Perdy was burning holes in her retinas by staring at the sun through her inferior shades. The sun was glitching between a white, hot paracetamol tablet and the black eclipse of a cigarette burn in the sky.
Perdy’s pale pink bikini had been blanched white from ageless daze out on the tiles in the sunshine. She had no idea how long she’d been there but the triangles covering her boyish chest seemed to have lost some their blush.
She was also pretty tipsy and her nose was beginning to burn under the hot film of sunscreen. She’d made some fairly decent waves in the jug of vodka and strawberry jam slushie that sat, melting at the side of her lounger.
'Hey, bitch,' lisped the soft, terrifying voice that continuously broke into Perdy's mobile voice messaging service, popped up on her face chat, filtered into all free time, occupied time (yeah, whatever), her all-time and her dreams.
It was fucking Uno, the psychopathic princess of poison blood and pocket-sized, genetically modified pets.
Uno was swaying over Perdy, blocking out the fizzy orange effervescent soda sunshine, her long silky white hair falling into Perdy’s face as she absently straddled her and lisped her latest mis-mused thoughts,
'If you could, like, do anything, ever, ever, like even, at all, right now… Baby, what would that be? Tell me, please!' She squeaked.
Uno loved asking Perdy this because it freaked her out. Uno knew exactly how immense and disturbing Perdy’s lack of soul was and how it was bothering her. Having no soul meant Perdy barely had energy let alone passion to actually care enough to do anything in particular. She preferred to spend her daze getting slightly smashed, just enough to forget about the lack of soul, thereof, whilst staring out at the Red Sea or hanging at the pool with her mobile turned off.
Perdy sighed and lowered the cheap heart-shaped shades and glared crossly at Uno. She was super high. Of course she was. Pestering Perdy was Uno’s drug addled brain’s favourite pass-time. Uno’s lips were covered in sticky red blood honey; stained and gory with the acidic stuff that kept her alive. It clung in tiny webby strands between her teeth when she spoke.
She looked like a blood-thirsty angel with her lazy, blue eyes rolling back in her stupid, stoned head.
'I dunno, Uno. Why don't you tell me what I, ahem, what we want?'
Uno was staring dreamily to the side of her reflection in the pool. The water glitched under her gaze and burbled nervously. Uno had a way of scaring even the elements. She was that unnatural.