The girl staggered through the door, not so much falling as spilling into the street. She was high as a kite, evidenced by the way she giggled and staggered south past the queue of beautiful people.
“I’m hungry,” she said to nobody in particular. The effort required to focus on anything around her was visible on her face. Adjusting the tiara on her head, she resolutely marched into the Apollo Café, the first store her drugged eyes happened upon.
It took her several attempts at digging money out of her purse before the realized she didn’t have enough money. The shop keeper, looking exasperated and tired, took the ham sandwich back.
“Listen sugar, why don’t you just get out of here? Take a walk or something.” he told her.
She sighed, still hungry but turned and wobbled on her heels out of the deli and onto the hood of the Beetle parked out front. The girl sitting in the car appeared unimpressed, but did nothing as the girl dressed like the Sugar Plum Fairy picked herself up and staggered down the street.