She arrived at Boston Logan from West Palm Beach, the evidence of her latest bender all over her body. He met her at the gate; her bleached white hair was visible from across the gangway. As she drew closer, he also noticed that her once auburn locks were not the only casualty of her recent spree. Most of her left eyebrow had been plucked clear off, and what remained of both was dyed blinding white to match.
Grinning, she cradled a brown leather satchel suspiciously against her body. He leaned in to embrace her and she backed away with a concerned yelp. Reaching into the bag, she produced an albino kitten.
"What should we name him?" she inquired impishly.
"How about...Peroxide?" he suggested, giving her another once over and shaking his head in concerned amusement. Amused because she was adorable. Concerned, because he didn't know how she managed without him.
"Roxie," she agreed, smiling at him through jittery eyes.
artist: julie west
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