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[hr][b]Location:[/b] Da Bus
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Mali didn't mind taking public transportation. Really, she didn't. Sure the internal temperature swung on a pendulum from "Thanksgiving Oven" in the summers to the Arctic Circle in the winter (but returned to Thanksgiving Oven when the heaters are turned on), the seats might be cracked and worn, it might smell kinda funky, the suspension had a habit of making passengers go airborne and the people on it might often be obnoxious, blaring music from their radio right behind Mali when there's such a thing as headphones that [u]little adolescent fuckwit.[/u] 

But it wasn't [i]that bad.[/i] In fact, it could be considered part of the unorthodox charm of riding the bus. After all, basically everyone here was in the same boat, not having a vehicle of their own to drive wherever the hell they need to go. In a way, the bus is the meeting place of the common people, and that was kinda cool and interesting. Well, it would be if one of those common people would turn down their radio below 100 decibels. The bus wasn't that loud, goddamn.

Oh yeah, apparently Danica was Peyton's sister or something. That was fine, Mali guessed. If you're into that kind of stuff. She might have been more interested in this tidbit if she was invested in the suicide case, or if it hadn't come from such an annoying source. [i]Your radio is so loud that the speakers are rattling! Do you not even care about audio quality, kid?[/i] But Mali would rather forget about the whole ordeal and move on, but something told her that she wasn't going to hear the end of this ordeal. In an effort to distract herself from the future hearing loss going on behind her, she entered the business card's number in her contacts list. It's pretty hard to get something going for an emergency if you had to dig out a card and copy it to get to the "Emergency Company" or whatever it was called. Suddenly the radio volume spiked even louder than it had been as it blared some manufactured single from the newest factory line boy band, causing most of the bus to whinge, Mali included. Deep down she wished she could turn around and throttle the kid. Nobody would protest it.