The white curly hair fell down her back like a river. It never belonged to her, but she owned it. The florescent lights reflected from her hair and bounced into the mirror.
The drone from the music outside the bathroom radiated underneath the door.
Damn, that bass is shaking me. she thought.
With her silver painted nails, she pulled her low cut blouse down to show herself the hickies down her neck and breast.
“Awesome,” she said, her sarcastic tone seeping through her lined lips.
She opened her sequenced purse and pulled out a makeup compact. She started padding away at the marks until they disappeared.
“Might as well,” she said as she reapplied her mascara.
With a sigh and a moment to herself, she packed away her things and took a breath.
As she let it out, the music swelled and released into the bathroom. And the door shut behind her.