Pallid

"Where is she?" Rita spits at me, hand on the door frame, a ring on every finger.

"I dunno," I say casually, shrugging. She's actually in the bathroom, taking one of her ridiculously long baths. I'm not in the mood for a blood bath in my apartment (har-har) so I'll lie for her. It's the least I can do.

"Stop lying, Rhys."

"I'm not. I really don't know where she is."

"Rhys."

"Rita."

"I'm really not in the mood for this right now. Just tell me where she is."

"Maybe she's fucking your boyfriend again, I don't know. She's not here." I shrug and she narrows her eyes at me. "What? It's not my fault he can't keep it in his pants."

"Very funny, Rhys. Where is Celeste?" I shrug again. She sighs. "Well, if she comes 'round, tell her she better watch out, yeah?"

"Yep." I shut the door and sigh, leaning against it. As if on cue, Celeste come out of the bathroom, wrapped in a towel, cigarette in her mouth. She sits on the bed and lights it.

"Who was at the door?"

"Some crazy lady, I dunno."

"Hm."