Brütal • Mötley Crüe •

Sixx • Grimy

Warnings: Language, Light Smut, Heavy Drug & Alcohol Use

August 26th, 1982

Halston's week had flown by while she kept herself in a blissful cocaine haze, only minimally aware of her surroundings.

The days meshed together into a blur of stocking shelves, mopping puke green floors, and one-sided conversations with her coworker Jan about Jan's shitty boyfriend- which normally would drive Halston to pull her hair out.

One of Halston's biggest pet peeves was when people automatically assumed that she cared enough about their petty drama to be pulled into an unwanted bitch session.

But everything was easier when she was high.

She found it so much easier to tolerate the putrid stench of apple that filled Jimmy's when her sense of smell was deteriorated by the constant blow of cocaine to her sinuses.

She didn't mind Jan's motor mouth or even Jackson's perverted stares when her mind was dulled nearly to the point of unconsciousness.

Cocaine was weird that way.

It was as if everything around her was moving at light speed, yet somehow barely moving at all and she had a true infatuation for the game she'd made out of figuring out which one it was.

Halston may have calmed down quite a bit from her childhood years, but she still got her rocks off with cheap thrills and adrenaline rushes every chance she got.

That would never change.

It was an abnormally slow, thankfully Jan-free, Friday night and Halston busied herself by arranging and rearranging the candy isle to kill the boredom until it was time to go to Nikki's.

She had picked up a few extra shifts and worked a couple of doubles in order for her check to be big enough to pay him back and get another refill on top of half the cable bill she owed Jenny.

She would have to skip a few meals in order to pay for it all, but that was nothing new to Halston. She'd been poor her whole life and her diet mainly consisted of blow anyway.

By the time she had moved the M&M's back to their original spot (after placing them on three different shelves) it was midnight and it was time to go.

"Here you go, Hal." Jackson waved the oversized check in front of her face and tightened his grip on it when she tried to take it out of his hand.

She hated that he called her Hal. Not even Hall, that would actually make sense with the pronunciation of her name, but Hal, like an eighty year old man.

"What's the problem?" She growled, tugging on the check.

"Do you still want extra shifts? Gina supposedly has the flu and needs someone to cover the first shift tomorrow." He tugged it back, causing her patience to dwindle.

"Yeah, that's fine."

She wasn't keen on working one of her only days off, but if it was the first shift then she would still have time to do something fun when she got off at four.

"Great."

Jackson finally let go of her check and she promptly took it to the register to sign it over for cash, shoving the wadded up bills into her front pocket.