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narrowed. She slowly glanced over her shoulder to see a tall, dark haired teenage girl standing there. Aw, shit! Don't tell me I fucked a kid last night! she growled at herself, not showing any of her inner turmoil. Yeah, but ain't that just like you? a silky voice asked, a familiar stabbing comment. To the girl, she said, "Thanks for washing my clothes." The smaller woman returned to picking her items up from the dresser and putting them in her pants pockets.
    The teenager shrugged. "No problem." She set a coffee cup down on the dresser and walked past the punk to the bed. She flounced down on it, leaning against the headboard. "How are you feeling?"
    Jordan shrugged. "As well as I can, under the circumstances." She bent down and picked up her boots. Glancing around the room, she finally walked over and settled down on a bench by the vanity, not willing to get back onto the bed with the girl there. Well, put another notch on your belt, Tiger, the voice said. Looks like you got another virgin. The guitarist growled and viciously stomped her foot into a boot, bending over to tie it and ignoring the strain on her rebellious stomach.
    Sonny watched with curiosity. "Your jacket's downstairs," she commented.
    "Thanks."
    "You don't remember me, do you?"
    Bloodshot emerald eyes peered up at her. "What do you mean?" Jesus! Was I that fucked up last night? That even she'd notice?!
    "Well, we never were formally introduced and I think the lights at the bar last weekend kinda messed up your vision." The dark girl smiled at the obvious look of confusion. "I'm Sonny Middlestead. My brother's the drummer of Warlord...?" As comprehension filtered through the woman's face, she shrugged and continued, "You're lucky I found you at the bus stop last night. It was below freezing."
    Jordan frowned, trying to make the connections in her foggy mind. She sat upright and winced, grabbing at her head.
    "You want some aspirin or something?" the girl asked, sitting up in concern.
    "Yeah, if you've got it," the punk muttered darkly.
    "'Kay. Be right back." And the girl padded out of the room.
    Watching her go, lips pursed, the woman considered what had been said. Bus stop? She didn't remember any bus stop. Wait a minute.... An extremely vague feeling of exhaustion, a hard wooden bench and lights overhead. That musta been it. She considered her earlier thoughts. So maybe I didn't score with her. Good thing if her brother's Tom Middlestead!
    And then Sonny was back in the room, handing her a glass of water and some pills. Jordan thanked her woodenly and gulped them down, not bothering with the water.
    "Ick!" the teenager exclaimed, still holding the glass. "How can you do that? Makes me want to drink this water in sympathy!"
    Jordan blinked and shrugged. "I dunno. Water's not always handy." Another thought slowly made its way through her mind. "What about your parents? Do they know I'm here?"
    Something flickered across the teenager's face before she answered, "No, I live with Tom. Our parents died in an accident a couple of years ago."
    "Oh." Uncomfortable, the woman finished tying her boots and gingerly rose. "Guess I should be going now. My jacket's downstairs, you said....?" She headed for the door.
    Sonny quickly stepped forward to intercept. "Uh, well, yeah, it is.... Um...." She blushed and rolled her pale blue eyes. "Can I ask you something, though?"
    Seeing the faint flush and the icy color of those eyes up close, Jordan paused. Damn, I wish she were older. "Yeah...?"
    "Well, I don't wanna pry or anything...." Her coloring increased as she prepared to do just that. "Are you homeless or anything?" At the blank look she received from the older woman, she blurted, "I only ask, because you're wearing the same clothes you wore last week. And, if you don't have any place to stay or anything, we've got a spare room. Right over the garage. I've already talked to Tom about it." She paused to swallow nervously. "I mean, that's if you want. It's no big deal