A Long Evening

Who: Jovie
When: Nightfall
Where: Streets/Apartment

Jovie had begun to close up shop the minute the gas station down the street went up in flames. As she was walking briskly into her car, she had heard a horrified woman's scream down the street and had seen a shadow move and disappear in the direction before Jovie could truly see what it was. And she was smart enough not to want to know.

She got into her car and went directly home, searching the radio for any news as to what might be going on, but received nothing but static and some horrible country station which she had promptly switched off. As she drove, two cop cars flew by her with their sirens wailing. Not ten seconds later, two more had followed. Something was happening. What it was, she didn't know. And the minute she was inside of her house with the door shut and locked, she wouldn't care.

Once she was in the parking lot, she turned off her car, grabbed her work files and her purse and she got out of her car. Once inside the apartment complex, she headed directly for her door, not bothering to look back. She would know if anything was coming. Inside, Jovie locked her door, dead bolted it as well, and threw her things onto her couch before she flipped on the lamp and went to grab the bottle of wine from her fridge. She checked the lock on her kitchen window, tugged the curtains shut and grabbed a glass.

Minutes later she was on her couch with a glass of red wine on her antique coffee table. Digging through her purse, she pulled out her lighter, settled back and heard another police siren in the distance. It grew in volume until it was wailing outside the complex, and then passing, fading into the distance again. Jovie released the breath she was holding and flicking the light, lit the joint that guy had given her at the carnival. Inhaling deeply, she closed her eyes, rested her head back against the couch and relaxed. It was going to be a very long evening.