Fucking Out of Here.

Emi fumbled with the key fob, her fingers slick with sweat and the lingering dampness of her earlier ecstasy.

The sleek black car of Keiko beeped in response, its lights flashing a welcome in the dim, fluorescent gloom of the car park.

She practically fell into the driver's seat, the plush leather a stark contrast to her own damp, rubber-soled shoes and the minimal coverage of her bikini. Verdant Green oozed in through the closed window, a wisp of pink smoke that settled on the passenger seat like a neglected piece of lint. With a deep, shuddering breath, Emi turned the key in the ignition, the engine purring to life with a reassuring, mechanical thrum. She didn't look back as she steered the car out of the parking space and up the ramp, leaving the underground world of concrete and chaos behind her. The afternoon sun was a blinding, brilliant ****, a slap of reality that made her squint. The car merged into the stream of traffic, just another anonymous vehicle escaping the gleaming, glass and steel prison of Sunny Day Mall.