Collaboration between Marx and YoshiSkittlez
Hours later, a very tipsy Kallian pulled herself into her car and started it up, giggling like a school-girl that just kissed a boy for the first time at the expense of having a very fun evening.
After she had left Mingle she had done exactly as she had told H she was going to do, and snuck into a bar with her fake ID. She had a few drinks, danced with a few guys and smoked a few cigarettes before she decided it was high-time she went home having ignored at least twenty of her brother's phone calls.
Now in her year-old black Charger, she tried to focus on the road in front of her that would eventually lead her to her empty house; both of her parents were gone on a business trip and Giddeon had his own place downtown somewhere. However, her intoxicated brain had other motives as it was proving to be extremely difficult to keep her eyes open.
Her green eyes suddenly jerked awake as she felt a massive amount off adrenaline shoot through her body, forcing her heart to pound harshly against her chest but it was too late; the squealing wheels of another car breaking and horn blaring in warning had woken her up too late and in her attempt to miss the oncoming car, she swerved, having the opposite car take out the back end of her car and with the built up momentum, continued to spin until the Charger was almost literally wrapped around a stop-light pole.
"Huh, sounds like someone fucked up awfully royally, don't it?" H asked the cashier, letting out a breath of air as he waited for the guy to finish ringing up his order. "C'mon man, it's $6.74, don't we do this like every night?" H grumbled, tapping his fingers on the plastic counter-top, exact change balled up in his right hand.
"Price six dollars, forty seven." the Chinese man said quickly, thrusting a hand out towards H without bothering to look up at him, instead choosing to look back at two hasty cooks who were drenched in sweat. The cashier barked some Chinese at the two, H opting to just drop the cash in the man's hand without asking any questions. Minutes passed by as H waited impatiently, more or less wanting to run out and see what all the noise was minutes ago.
"Cheers," H said with a nod, snagging the brown paper bag from the man, making his way out of the store quickly, each step bringing a sharp squeak from the shitty linoleum floor. H was already opening the bag as he made his way outside, reaching in and grabbing a handful of the rice which he greedily shoved into his face. Where he was going, he needed no silverware.
When his eyes caught sight of the source of the earlier commotion, he rose his eyebrows in surprise. "Yikes." he muttered, walking closer to the wreck, stuffing more rice into the gaping maw that was his mouth as he approached. When he saw the girl behind the wheel, he spit out the rice, causing the air before him to rain partially chewed rice. He set the bag down and cautiously stepped toward the car, "You're not the brightest in this neck of the woods, are ya?"
Off in the distance, sirens began blaring having been alerted to the car crash. The woman who had been driving the opposite car had stepped outside her vehicle to survey the damage on the hood of her car where it had collided with the Charger and began jabbering her frustrations out to herself in mexican, once in a while turning to flip off whoever was in the other car as she dialed for her insurance.
Kallian's eyes threatened to close once more now that the 'ride' was over with and let her head rest back against the headrest, her hands still clutching tightly onto the wheel. She felt a small trickle of sweat run down her forehead and released one of her hands to wipe it away, however when she pulled her hand back she noticed, through her barely opened eyes, the color red. She tried to focus, but her head kept nodding off and her vision getting only more and more blurry.
When had she hit her head? What had hit her head? She didn't know and right now she didn't care. Maybe she'd just crawl into the backseat of the car and take a quick nap and deal with all of this when she woke up in the morning. She thought that she could hear someone talking to her, but her eyes refused to open again to see if she was imagining it or not. What annoyed her the most right now, though, was the sound of the police cars getting closer followed by the wailing of an ambulance.
"Willsummon peaseturnoff teh alem? Ihavea headache..."
"Oi, girlie" H said, appearing by her broken driver's side window, "you with us" he snapped by the side of her head, trying to draw her attention. She looked well enough, minus the already drying blood. It was from a head-wound and by the looks of it nothing too serious, just a typical gash from wrapping oneself around a pole.
"You did something real stupid tonight, kid." H spoke sternly, taking a step back and giving the door a pull, realizing it wasn't going to open with any ease. He planted his foot on the door and latched onto the handle, giving it a rip, causing it to awkwardly jerk open an a lopsided angle, the hinge mangled and twisting. "Just stay quiet and don't do anything stupider, alright." H softly spoke, putting a hand on her shoulder and he undid her seat-belt.
"Now stay still and wait for the paramedics to check you out, alright? You have anyone I can call?" H gave her shoulder a soft squeeze, wanting to make sure that he could make sure that she was at least someone cognizant.
Kallian mumbled a bit, feeling her shoulder growing slightly warm. All that did was make her want to fall asleep even more, but the sirens continued to grow louder and louder until finally, two police cars and an ambulance came onto the scene. The first police officer went to the distressed Hispanic lady to get her story while the second police officer and his partner went to go survey Kallian and her car. The paramedics were quickly issued over when they realised Kallian was still in the vehicle
The partner of the second police officer quickly pulled H aside to take his statement, but he quickly came to the understanding that the boy was just a bystander and didn't know much, having arrived after the crash.
"I found her wallet!" The policeman called over to his partner. The partner nodded a thank you to H and headed back to the car where the two took a quick look at her ID.
"Kallian Zelinsky...21...why does that name sound so familiar?"
"You don't think she's related to Vincent Zelinsky do you? Did he even have kids?"
"Of course he had kids! He's got a brat-boy that turned down the business and went to go play baseball instead. Owns a club downtown now. Bah, spoiled rich punk..."
"Hold on, let me look her name up and see what we got...says here that Kallian Zelinsky is a seventeen year old girl, would ya take another look at that ID for me Stephens?"
"...Yeah, it's a fake. A really good one though, coulda fooled me if I hadn't looked twice..."
The two police officers watched as Kallian was pulled from the car and put onto a stretcher where the paramedics had room to check her vitals.
"Sorry fellas, you're going to have to wait until she checks out at the hospital. We've got a slight concussion that needs immediate attention." One of the paramedics told the officers, catching onto their conversation. The two cops looked less than pleased, but agreed that Kallian needed medical treatment more than iron cuffs around her wrist.
"Can we get a breathalyzer first? Mrs. Alvarez says that she was all over the road before the collision." The third police officer who had been talking with the Hispanic woman finally joined the others, and the paramedic gave a nod.
"Make it quick."
The police officer approached Kallian with a Breathalyzer in hand. It took a bit of effort on his part to get her to understand what she needed to do, but they eventually got a number on her, causing the cop to let out a whistle.
"0.13...Let's just hope that daddy's got a good lawyer..."
