Kali sat on the metal steps as she tended to do every night she wasn’t working at Coach’s around the same time –3 AM.   She took a nice long drag off her joint and held it in until it burned and she began coughing.  It was good… or maybe it was so good because it had been a while since she had any, but it was good enough that she wasn’t even missing the white grape blunt wrappers she usually got.  It was her second one off that stash she got from that guy–payment for a blow job– and judging by the amount left in the bag she had enough for two more.

She wasn’t sure why she decided to start up a journal either.  The notebook was kinda ratty, like it had gotten wet at some point, with the pages a little crinkled and the corners all puffed up, and unless she got a new one somehow this one wasn’t going to hold much.  A good thing was that she was using a pencil too, so running out of ink wasn’t a thing, and she could always use a knife to sharpen it.

***

So, Jack got a bar installed so we can all do the Coyote Ugly right on the bar–stage not needed, and Coach’s is looking pretty good.  I do wish we were all closer there, like a family or something.  My old club we were like that, watching out for each other.  I thought that, considering how fucked everything is, we’d be closer.  But it is what it is.  We are running low on booze too, and honestly, no amount of ass shaking is gonna bring folks in if we don’t have that.  I tried to cut a deal with this guy from The Eights for moonshine, but I haven’t heard back, and on top of that the Howlers paid us a “friendly” visit–good times!!

***

She took another puff, slowly exhaling.  She wasn’t sure how she felt about the Howlers.  Of course, she’d dealt with their kind in the past and she was smart enough to have a healthy respect for guys that walked around busting knee caps.  And while Jack seemed like a pretty tough chick, dealing with a gang was a whole other bone to chew on and Kali had no clue if Jack had dealt with that in the past. Right now The Howlers were the only gang in Arklay that she’d heard of… but what would happen when others moved in?  Not like Coach’s had turned into a cop bar or anything like that, or that it had enough of it’s own muscle to take on a bunch of killers.  But getting caught in a territorial fight between gangs was NOT fun.

***

So I don’t know what’s up with that.  I delivered the message, but I haven’t seen anything else happen, at least not during my shifts.   Which is where that whole “family” thing comes in.  I don’t know if they’ve been back, if we need to do something.  I don’t know if any of the other girls have been harassed or anything.  Jack would let us know if something was up, right?

Business is slower since the Dollhouse is in full swing, and I still have to get out to my car.  Who the fuck knows if its still there or if someone found it and cleaned it out, but no fuckin’ way am I going out there alone.  It was pretty packed when I left it, and I did my best to hide it, but who knows?  I just haven’t found anyone I trust enough to take me out there, maybe Samantha, she’s armed to the teeth, but IDK!  Maybe its pointless, maybe its been ransacked already and not worth the risk.

***

Kali sighed, stubbing out the joint and saving the roach for later, closing the notebook and setting it aside.  Yeah, Buck had packed the SUV tight, and they’d picked up some stuff along the way too.  She looked over at her notebook–who the fuck was gonna read that shit anyway?  Yeah, she got the point of writing a journal… but in 100 years there’d be nothing but Creepers roaming the Earth, right?  They can’t read, so what was the fucking point?