In the coffee shop, Linda had situated herself across the table from a business man trying to work on his laptop, and proceeded to rant in his general direction for the next twenty minutes.
"And another thing," Linda said, taking a sip from a massive cup of espresso. "What the hell is with bow ties? Fuck bow ties. You know, if some prick wants to look like a pretentious douchebag, I get it, wear a tie. But there is no reason, I mean no fucking reason at all, to wear a bow tie. It's just this fucked up little shit of a tie. Can't even properly strangle the dick wearing it with it."
The businessman, who by chance had chosen to wear a business tie on that particular day, looked up from his laptop, where he had just typed the same line in his report for the eleventh time. "I'm sorry, but would you mind sitting somewhere else?"
Linda took a long slurp from her espresso, giving the businessman a look that could kill. Her changes had progressed further since arriving at the coffee shop, though neither herself nor the other patrons of the shop had seemed to notice. She had continued to grow younger and shorter, now looking to be in her early thirties and well under five and a half feet, with no sign of stopping in either regard. Her hair was now completely black, with red highlights in the hair on the left side of her face. Her face was now fully made up in a gothic fashion, with heavy eye shadow and enough white foundation to make her look like a corpse.
Thankfully the businessman, Laura chose that time to arrive. The other former mother had also lost quite a few years in age, and now sported piercings on her lip, nose, eyebrows, and all over her ears. Her bust had swelled as well, causing her t shirt to rip further and her fishnet shirt to stretch against the expanding cleavage. Her hair was shortening as well, and growing increasingly unruly.
Laura made her way directly to Linda, grabbed the smaller girl under each arm, and lifted her from her chair. Linda responded by kicking and cursing, but finally confided herself to being carried by the other girl after a minute or so.
"Sorry, she's kind of a bitch," Laura explained to the business man, before walking over to the barista. "She pay for her shit?"
"Uh... yeah," the barista said, clearly a little wary of the two goths.
"Wow, I'm impressed, perhaps there's hope for you yet," Laura said to Linda, mockery dripping from her voice.
"Fuck you," Linda retorted, the consoled herself to drinking from her espresso.
The pair exited the coffee shop, Laura still carrying Linda. They made there way to a well abused hearse, which was parked poorly next to the coffee shop, where Laura deposited her companion before going to the other side to unlock the car.
"Jeez, what is your fucking problem? I swear, sometimes I think I'm the only normal one in this band..." Laura grumbled, fumbling with the car keys.
"Shit, cops!" Linda said, ducking down behind the hearse.
"Shit, Linda, what did you do now?" Laura demanded, once the police car had passed.
"Fuck off," Linda said, crossing her arms defiantly. After a moment, however, she relented. "I may have broken into some chick's house."
"I- seriously? You broke into her house?"
"I don't remember doing it! I must have been drunk, alright? Besides, she was a bitch anyways."
Laura rolled her eyes. "Just get in the car. We still need to get the others before we go over to the Spiked Pit."
