Introducing Bridgette from Cults, Coffee and Close Encounters.
Logan Fury ran into the room. In front of him two deer fawns and one woman in a duct tape bikini. Her skin stretched like leather across her thin-framed skeleton. Thick mascara hid deep-set, dark, tired eyes. She sat in a camping chair and was disassembling an old digital clock radio. She peered up at them. “Well,” she croaked, “you got my meth or not?”
Aaron Lamb 