Off To Wonderland

Prince?!

Kimmber bobbed nervously on her toes looking for Amber. It wasn’t six yet, but she couldn’t wait to tell her the good news. She had made 400 d instead of just 3. She happily smiled to herself; think about taking more of a burden off of Amber. She checked her watch, it was ten till. She heard the spinning of wheels and turned to see Rocky’s black mustang skid into view. Amber stepped out of the vehicle; she watched as the wind blew her tightly curled hair around her face, Amber waved as Rocky drove off. Kimmber had tried May times to get Amber to come work the corners with her.

 “I’m not so sure about that…” she said looking down.

“But you would make so much quick cash!!! Your red hair is super attractive! Guys practically throw themselves at you anyway. This just makes them pay to spend time with you.”

“Kimmy, I’m not sure I want to have sex with a complete stranger as my first time…”

“You don’t have to have sex with them. Just maybe a hand or blow job would be fine.”

“I think I’ll pass..”

Amber turned to see Kimmber looking at her in a dreamy way. She smiled and ran over.

“Hey Kim. Like the view?” She blinked and then faced Amber with a sinister smile.

“Maybe,” she giggled. She thought it was funny how Amber made such interest facial expressions that added an amazing amount of emphasis to her words. She locked arms with her and they walked into the Shack. The smell of blood hit their noises and hands shot up to cover their nose and mouth. They looked around and saw that the place was practically empty. Normally it would be so full for bodies, on Saturday, which it was like a bunch of seals swarmed on a beach. They heard the puddle before they saw it. Amber’s foot came down with a sticky splash. A shiver ran up her spine, as she looked down and saw the red stain on the floor. She pulled her foot out of it and both she and Kimmber walked on opposite sides of the puddle until they had totally made it around. Mike was nonchalantly cleaning glasses as if to day were a normal day.

Amber turned to see “Truck” (Mikes ‘helper’) carrying a body outside. Three people were on the couch. On girl was sobbing, another girl was too doped up to know what was going on, and a boy was rubbing the crying girls back.

“We need to call the police!” she suddenly said out loud. Everyone froze; Amber and Kimmber turned their heads, wide eyed, in her direction. “We need to call the police!” she was almost hysterical. Mike looked up coolly, still drying a glass. The girl pulled out a cell phone, “I’m calling,” that phrase earned a hard slap to the back of her head by the boy next to her.

“Are you fuck’n stupid Becky!” he hissed. She started to sob again but sat back down and put her phone away. Kimmber and Amber let out the breath they were holding and continued to walk up to the bar. The place looked actually pretty clean today, besides the blood.

“Hey Ladies” Mike said smiling, “what can I get ya?” Kimmber beamed, and slapped an envelope on the bar.

“I’ll have a joint and a laced martini please.” Mike and Amber gave her a questioning look, but she only smiled even bigger. “Well take a look.” Mike tiredly and pulled the evolve closer, looked in, then up at Kimmber, one eyebrow raised, and gave a small sigh.

“Your still a hundred off.”

“Yes but I have a whole another day to work for it,” she grinned. Mike cracked a smile. “Looks like you won’t have to help me out A.” she said turning her joy to Amber who looked impressed with her friend. Mike let out a loud and hearty laugh.

“Well that’s a first. Just for that, I’m gunna have faith in you Kimmber. Items are on the house, up to 50 bucks.” He smiled mixing up Kimmber drink. Kimmber was absolutely giddy, and Amber laughed at how silly happy her friend was.

“I’ll have one of your famous, please,” Amber chuckled.

“Sure thing. Be right back.” He hustled out a door, which read: employees only. Amber caught Kimmber looking at her.

“What?”

“Nothing… it’s just that… I never knew you curled your hair before…” Ambers eyes went wide.

“I didn’t…”

“Oh… You sure, because your hair is in tighter curls than it normally is…” Amber reached up and touched her head; she muttered something under her breath. “What…”

“I said there is no way.” Kimmber looked at her, confusion was written all over her face.

“What do you mean?” Amber turned to her with a huge smile, and her eyes looked like dancing waves of joy.

“My dream! Kimmber my dream was real…” Kimmber bit her lip and looked at her friend as if she was insane.

“Uh…ok… I think you should lay off the meth… that was the last drug you were using last I checked.” Amber shook her head furiously.

“No I’m doing SAND now.” Kimmber’s mouth almost dropped to the floor.

“No way! Haven’t you heard what that stuff does to your brain? I mean like, meth and heroin is bad ‘n such, but that shit is like ten times worse.”

“No! It’s amazing! You have the most amazing trips, and in the one I had last night a girl curled my hair!! Just like this!!!” she grabbed one of her curls out and let go. Kimmber watched as it bounced perfectly back into place. She listen as Amber described her vivid dream; Kimmber found herself dreaming with her, and an unconscious smile played on her lips. The prince Kimmber described sounded a lot like… she snapped from her trance and grabbed Amber’s shoulders shaking her a bit.

“Why the fuck didn’t you tell me that you had already met Trent.” Amber blinked at her, with empty eyes.

“Who?”

“Trent! He sounds exactly like the guy you’re describing.” Amber’s eyes widened and she blinked several times.

“Wha-“

“He is the guy I’ve been tel-“

“Hey Kimmber,” A deep voice swirled through both girls ears. Kimmber looked up to see Trent smiling down at her, and standing right behind Amber. Amber looked at him, mouth gaping open. He chuckled, “Is this the friend you wanted me to meet? She’s kind of cute.” Ambers cheeks lit up red like a Christmas tree.

“Your highness,” she breathed. Trent gave her a confused look, and then laughed. Amber turned scarlet, realizing her mistake. But he had looked so much like the prince that she was sure it was him. Tall, dark hair and his eyes, oh how could she forget those eyes; deep brown almost black, speckled with gold flakes.  He smiled warmly at her.

“The name is Trent. What’s yours,” Amber’s mouth was dry and all she could do was gape.

“Amber,” piped Kimmber coming to the rescue. Amber gave her an apologetic look and closed her mouth.

“Well it’s finally nice to meet you Amber. Kimmber has told me a lot about you.”