GAS STATION FROM HELL

Barbed Wire Barbie - detour

Ava has raccoon mascara. She smokes Avas in the parking lot. Avas are her favorite brand of smokes. Becuz they have her same name. She tells people they are named… after her.

She is the coolest girl in high school you had a crush on. But couldn’t ever get close to cuz… guys be too pussy to say hello.

Her heart is a silver chalice. It just wantz to be filled up. With the right blood. Not the bad blood. But the good kind. That leaves you aching for more.

The Red Racer pulls up. Outside. A mixed guy with a gnarly ass mohawk gets out of the driver side. Mina Lux gets out of the passenger side. Petra Badblood emerges like smoke from the backseat. A goddess.

Mina is dressed in blue denim jeans, and her black t-shirt under her leather jacket and motorcycle boots. Lux level on max. Petra has on all leather everything. Skintight. Like a catsuit. Her aura radiates like the sun.

She just has that sharp as silk knives performs straight spit rituals vibe to her. And she knows it. And she likes it. And… Mina fucking like it.

They walk in like three misfits from “We don’t give a fuck Land” and they own that fucking shit.

Ava is behind the counter scrolling on her phone. She looks up. Locks eyes with a wolf.

The mohawk guy has on black denim jeans, and a black flannel. He radiates cool, and also. I could give a shit.

Rahf eyes the girl behind the register. She’s fucking cute, as fuck. *Snarl* Dumas is trying to claw his way out of him. But Rahf manages to keep the wolf at bay… go bay at the fucking moon mf. He tells his inner wolf spirit. The big bad wolf man of the wasteland.

Ava *looks away* duznt care. She haz dark hair and brown eyes. Babygurl rocks her style like she made it up on the spot and like to keep the coffee pot hot. I do drink a lot of gas station coffee. Itz free. Cuz, I work. Here.

Mina grabs a six pack. Petra picks out some cheap lipstick, she won’t use. Looks at herself in the sunglasses window trying on different ones. I fucking hate all of these. Puts them back. One by one.

Mina puts the six back of beer down on the counter like a ship dropping anchor in a harbor. Rahf iz eyeing Ava still. Standing behind Mina. Off to the side of her. Leering.

Whutz his problem? Say something or quit, staring. Itz weird.

Rahf *growls*

This guy is fucking weird.

… but he iz kinda, hot. I guess.

Mina takes the beer and starts walking towards the door.

“Do you like… working here?”

The light skinned mohawk guy’s voice has a deep tone. It… resonates. Dripping with confidence. And cadence. Like a rapper.

“No. Not really.” Ava says.

“Wanna hit the road. With us?” He asks.

Ava *bites her lip* looks him in his eyes. His eyes never look away once. He keeps on staring into her soul. Like he already knows her. And he duz. He knows exactly who tf she iz. A black winged angel.

“Where are you guys going?” Ava’s voice seems only moderately interested in her own line of questioning.

“We have no idea.” Rahf laughs as he says it. But he smiles wide and seems cheerful about it.

“If you buys me some Avas to smoke. On the way. I don’t wanna just take them.” She says to him. Matching his gaze. His eyes are like a wolf.

He *smirks* slams down a five-dollar bill flat on the gas station counter. “Done.”

“I smoke more than that. A lot, more.” She says to him.

“We can get more. On the road.” He says to her and stands there waiting for her to come with him. Mina is looking back over her shoulder from the doorway holding that six pack still… she rips one off, and drinks from it. Petra is beside her. *Smiles* He never changes.

“Mac!” Ava looks back, and calls out.

The door to the back area behind the register opens. A haze of smoke comes pouring through it. Thiz tall ass white dude comes out, eyes stoned. Hez baked az fuck.

“I’m quitting.” Ava tells the high guy. He iz dressed in the gas station uniform but looks out of place in it. Like he should be doing something else. Maybe being the next major rapper that iznt a black guy.

“Good for you Ava.” Mac takes her place behind the register no question.

“Tell Greta I am sorry.” Ava says.

“No problema. I will tell her.” Mac tells Ava. She says bye to him. Then grabs like six packs of Avas to take on the road.

Thiz time. Mina is driving. Petra rides shottie. Rahf and Ava get in the backseat. His eyes don’t leave her. She *smirks* as she slides in beside him. Not close. Not yet… they just met.

“Baby. I think you and me. Were made to make this story a lot fucking cooler than it already was.” He says to her and grins.

“I should’ve brought some coffee. With me. For the ride.” Ava says. Her voice is so… beautiful.

Mina turns the key in the ignition. Finishes chugging her beer. Throws it from the driver side window. Revs the damn engine. Pulls out fast and rides off. Welcome back. To muthafuckin’ Golgotha.

Ava… smokes… Avas. And looks cool as shit. Doing it. Meet our newest edition to the road demons. She iz here to stay. Tell me she didn’t eat this damn scene. I see the rise of a Golgotha fuckin’ superstar in the making.