06-23-2014, 08:11 PM
“Every girl has her secrets.”
She figured he was trying to get a rise out of her, but she wasn’t going to take the bait. Instead, she just went on to address the rest of what he’d said. “I’m more of a keep-the-rivers clean sort of hippy. You know, the land, the air… that sort of stuff. You do like clean air, right? That bunny business that got me picked up was not my doing.”
When the waitress made it to their booth, Zoya made sure to order her beer and tell the waitress to add White’s drink to her tab. “I’m Zoya, by the way. In any case, I’m not against properly regulated procedures. It’s just that some of these sleaze balls try to cut corners and cause more harm than good. Like with this soviet factory. It’s been used as a storage space for God knows what toxic waste, and now that they want the building, the stuff is getting moved out. The contractor is cutting corners and taking some of that crap underground. There are people down there. What if that stuff spills?”
She shuddered as she remembered inspecting the stain on the floor and what happened afterwards. “And now there was that… that thing. Pale… unnatural…walking on the ceiling… it made Big Ugly from earlier look like a kitten. I’d call myself crazy if I hadn’t seen it."
Two glasses of beer were placed on the table and she looked up at the waitress before the woman walked away. “Thanks.”
Taking a hold of her glass, she lifted it in her companion’s direction then took a sip. The stuff was terrible…
She figured he was trying to get a rise out of her, but she wasn’t going to take the bait. Instead, she just went on to address the rest of what he’d said. “I’m more of a keep-the-rivers clean sort of hippy. You know, the land, the air… that sort of stuff. You do like clean air, right? That bunny business that got me picked up was not my doing.”
When the waitress made it to their booth, Zoya made sure to order her beer and tell the waitress to add White’s drink to her tab. “I’m Zoya, by the way. In any case, I’m not against properly regulated procedures. It’s just that some of these sleaze balls try to cut corners and cause more harm than good. Like with this soviet factory. It’s been used as a storage space for God knows what toxic waste, and now that they want the building, the stuff is getting moved out. The contractor is cutting corners and taking some of that crap underground. There are people down there. What if that stuff spills?”
She shuddered as she remembered inspecting the stain on the floor and what happened afterwards. “And now there was that… that thing. Pale… unnatural…walking on the ceiling… it made Big Ugly from earlier look like a kitten. I’d call myself crazy if I hadn’t seen it."
Two glasses of beer were placed on the table and she looked up at the waitress before the woman walked away. “Thanks.”
Taking a hold of her glass, she lifted it in her companion’s direction then took a sip. The stuff was terrible…