She would have made a lovely picture to gaze at – if it weren’t for the fact that she was dressed in all the chaotic colors of a flashback from an acid trip.
The short dress she wore was brilliant neon orange in color with little dynamite patterns all over it, clashing horribly with the bubblegum pink polka dotted green leggings she wore. Electric blue bracelets adorned both of her wrists and shiny red boots completed the ensemble. Valerie passed through on her way, merrily humming to herself and uncaring of the retinas she burned. Anyone who truly knew her would realize that the girl was secretly amused with all the strange and often annoyed looks she was getting, though she appeared oblivious. As far as she was concerned it was a happy, happy day and she needed to look the part.
Sasha had contacted her about a job the two of them could do together. Once the words ‘demolition expert’ were out of the older girl’s mouth, Valerie had stopped paying attention to the rest of the conversation and agreed to it. Visions of glorious explosions swam in her head, making her look forward to the job. She usually hated taking on jobs because they were all so terribly dull. It seemed that she’d finally gotten something fun to do.
Valerie smiled to herself in anticipation and checked the signpost to make sure she was at the right place. Her aunt would show up soon, hopefully. Sasha would never stand her up.