Ivory strummed the pick through her puffs, her afro had gotten unmanageable, and the puffs themselves seemed to stick out a whole two feet. A [i]slight[/i] exaggeration. Or was it? Nonetheless, today was a weekend and she didn't have to worry about any rules tonight. She could stay out past the streetlights! Oh, all the things she could do! Ride a skateboard, go finger painting, sky-diving, paint balling! She had never gotten the chance to explore New York on her own before, she could never fray too far, never explore enough. But tonight was the night!
	
	She flung a bright red coat on beneath the black tanktop and fitted with blue jeans and red/white chucks. A beanie topped off her preferred street look, and it was black. Once yellow sun began to dim blue sky with red-orange flush. All across the skies night neared and the city streets grew colder. 'Normal' patrons had cleared the street and given the cold concrete to characters whose faces grew gradually more suspicious and conniving, whose garb was dark. The freaks were--in the adage of the old song--about to come out. Maybe this was the wrong night for a field trip.
	
	She hugged the red leather coat close to her shoulders, the frigid vapor of her breath streamlined from tuckered lips. Leather, nay, fake leather was a bad fashion choice (for any occasion) especially for bitter New York wind. She was beginning to have second thoughts about this whole 'going out on the town' ordeal, and her will to continue waned with each gust. Then she saw a cafe. No, she saw warmth. There were several young people inside, and one standing outside the door with another one who also looked to be around her age. One was wearing a smooth winter jacket meld with mixes of brown and creme and capped with soft complementary buttons that ran down the front. Ivory was kind of jealous of her fashion sense, and she stood dumbfounded and stooped by admiration. Maybe she could pick up some fashion tips of her own and ditch this dusty hand-me-down her aunt used to wear in 1993 when leather jackets were vogue.

"Nice coat!" she spouted, an ear-to-ear grin chalked along fluffy cheeks.

[@Demon Shinobi]