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of breathing. Even as they watched, the legs stretched out a bit, green boots digging their toes into the cement in a reflex action.
    Sonny frowned. There was something familiar here. Where have I seen boots like those? Shelly was still chattering, albeit in a whisper now, verbally curious about who the bum was, where he came from, how'd he get here and in this state. And then the dark haired girl remembered.
    The blonde interrupted her whispered monologue with a gasp and a squeak as the other teenager moved forward to squat by the unconscious figure. "What are you doing?!"
    "I think I know her," Sonny explained with a single glance over her shoulder.
    "Her? That's a her?"
    The taller girl nodded absently. To the person on the bench, she said, "Jordan? Jordan, is that you?"
    Another stretching of the legs was the only response.
    Sonny tentatively reached out and grasped the shoulder. A slight shake. "Jordan? Wake up." Encouraged by a feminine sounding rumble, she pulled the jacket back a bit and saw pink and green hair sticking out.
    Her girlfriend stood out of arm's reach, moving from one foot to the other in nervousness. She watched as the dark girl tried to wake the bum, eventually getting her to sit up on the bench. "Eeeeww, Sonny," she exclaimed with a grimace. "She's puked all over herself!"
    The teenager kept the punk propped up with one hand on her shoulder. The smell of stale cigarettes, alcohol, and vomit wafted off her. There was some vomit on the t-shirt - Same one she wore at the audition last week, crossed her mind - and some on the leather jacket. Most of it had made it down the side of the bench and into a puddle, though. Whatever she's on, she's gone. The woman before her slumped in a boneless heap, mumbling under her breath and unable to open her eyes.
    Sonny sighed in consternation. She glanced around, her eyes lighting on the monitor of schedules. Bus'll be here any minute. There was no way she was going to be able to muscle Jordan onto the bus and then off and the four blocks from the stop to her house. The band was playing at the bar tonight and wouldn't be done for hours, yet, so she couldn't call for a ride. Now what?
    Her pale eyes lit on the payphone on the wall of the bus shelter. After some quick mental calculations, she looked at her anxious friend. "How much money have you got?"
    "What?" The blonde frowned at her. "What are you gonna do? Give it to her? She'll just find another bottle." Dark eyes looked the seated form over with distaste. "Providing she wakes up before the liquor store closes."
    Sonny rolled her eyes and shook her head. "No, silly! If we can afford a taxi between the two of us, I want to get one."
    The girl stared at her for a full thirty seconds before shaking her head in suspicion. "What are you up to, Sonny?" she growled.
    "Look, we can't leave her here. And I can't get her home by myself on the bus. At least with a taxi we can get her right to my driveway." She heaved a sigh. "You know I'm good for it, Shelly. I'll pay you back on Monday when I can get to the bank. I've got plenty in my savings, just not with me here."
    "You're taking her to your house?!" the blonde demanded incredulously.
    Sonny felt a tiny niggling doubt in the back of her mind. She raised her head up and glared at her friend. "Yeah, what's wrong with that?"
    "What's wrong with that? You don't know this chick from Adam, girlfriend, that's what's wrong with that! For all you know, she'll go apeshit and stab you and Tom tonight in your sleep!"
    The dark head shook. "No, she won't. She's the new guitarist for Tom's band. She's just tied one on and needs a place to sleep it off." She looked back at the semi-conscious form she was holding up. "She won't hurt me," she said softly, knowing it to be true.
    The blonde teenager spent the next four minutes arguing with her friend. And when the bus came, it went without them. She sighed explosively and began digging into her pockets. "Oh, alright! Here's five bucks!"