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[hr][url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vV8IAOojoAA]”I like pleasure spiked with pain, and music is my aeroplane. It's my aeroplane!”[/url][/center][hr]
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[b][u]Location:[/u][/b] Apartment → Fucking Traffic → Airport
[b][u]Interacting With:[/u][/b] Floridian drivers. Later, Chloe and Dominic.

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[center][b][i]BEEP! BEEP! BEEP![/i][/b][/center]

Tish jolted awake at the spine-tingling sound of her alarm clock. Tired hands groped wildly, slapping her end table in an attempt to silence the disturbance. After hitting the snooze button, Patricia rolled over and pulled the linen sheets over her face to block out the sun’s rays. Time escaped her as she fell black asleep, only to be startled again by the alarm. This time, she sat up and shut it off. She rubbed the sleep from her eyes before peering at the clock.

[color=red]7:45 AM[/color] The clock face glared in an angry red. [i]Why am I up this early?[/i] she thought with an audible sigh and cast the sheets aside to go pee and brush her teeth. Seeing the note on the bathroom mirror to pack her toothbrush was all the reminder she needed.

[color=seagreen]”My best friend is getting married!”[/color] she exclaimed excitedly at her reflection. Of course! How could she have forgotten, even in her grumpy morning stupor? She had planned on leaving for the airport at around 9 o’clock. It was common practice to arrive an hour before your boarding time, and the airport was about twenty minutes away from her downtown apartment.

She flitted around the apartment in a flurry. Showering. Dressing. Checking her luggage and her carry on. Double checking the lists she had saved on her phone. Unplugging all of her appliances to conserve energy while away. Filling up the aqua globes in her potted plants so that they wouldn’t go thirsty in her absence. Tish didn’t remember breakfast until she was just about ready to leave, and tossed a bagel in the toaster to cook why she gathered her things.

Tish scooted out the front door with a rolling suitcase behind her, her keys in her other hand, carry on bag slung over her shoulder, and a buttered bagel sticking out of her mouth. She took the elevator down to the ground floor and made her way to the apartment complex parking lot. She clicked the button on her key fob and [url= https://i.ytimg.com/vi/jEWDt0jYkp0/maxresdefault.jpg]Stevie’s[/url] engine roared to life. Tish popped the trunk and tossed in her bags before hopping behind the wheel.

On a good day, the airport was twenty minutes away. Today... wasn’t a good day. The downtown Miami traffic was bumper to bumper and, as Floridian drivers tended to be, people were being assholes. She had the black ragtop down on her silver convertible bug and System of a Down was blaring through the speakers. She was doing her best to remain calm, but every time she looked down at the radio clock, her heart rate picked up.

[color=seagreen]”Jesus Christ!”[/color] Tish yelled and slammed her steering wheel. Of course, that didn’t help the traffic situation, but it did make her feel a little bit better. A space opened up in the exit lane just big enough for the beetle to fit and Tish blinked into it. The car behind her beeped loudly in protest, to which Tish stuck up her middle finger and sped off down the exit ramp. Like hell these assholes were going to make her late for her flight to spend a week celebrating her best friend’s wedding. Like [i]hell![/i]

Tish arrived at the airport a half hour later than expected because of the traffic. After waiting in line, getting her boarding pass, waiting in line again, and then finally getting through security, Tish had to practically sprint to the gate. She arrived at gate C13 at approximately 10:20AM. Chloe looked appropriately nervous and then relieved to see Tish rolling in. Dominic was his usual, cool, chill self.

[color=seagreen]”Fuck! I’m so sorry. Haha- Living downtown is great for my commute to the shop, and absolutely [b][i]horrible[/i][/b] if I need to go anywhere else. Traffic was a total bitch.”[/color] Between her rushed demeanor, edgy style, and harsh language, she turned a few heads and received a couple of dirty looks - to which she paid no mind. She looked around to see that she was the last to arrive from their group. Well, hell, at least she made it! Now the party could really begin.~