Saturday came around before Ishaana even felt the days passing, the weekend thrusting itself upon her like a shot, and she wasn't alone as she waited at the train station at eight o'clock that night. Melody sat beside her, elbows on her knees as she held a triangular half of a sandwich in both hands. She was heading home to Farnleigh for a couple of nights, the little town on the same route that Ishaana was travelling, and she had pushed her plans back in order to take the same train as her friend. While she scoffed the sandwich she had made herself for the journey, which hadn't made it more than the twenty minutes it took to get to the station, Ishaana snapped a square of chocolate off a bar.
Her sweet tooth was kicking in, craving a sugar high before she met Casey for a different kind of high altogether, and she had a couple of fruity ciders in her bag to give her a little buzz before she got to his hotel. Taking one out, she cracked it open and sipped the sweet nectar.
"I still can't believe you guys fucked in the service station bathroom," Melody said out of nowhere, stifling her laugh with a bite of her sandwich. She didn't swallow before she added, "I can't tell if that's really hot or kinda gross."
"It was hot," Ishaana said with a nod. "Those loos are surprisingly clean, and spacious. All you need for a quickie on the road."
Melody snorted, letting out a low chuckle as she shook her head and straightened her back, finishing off her sandwich. She washed it down with a swig of Coke and cross her legs, stretching against the bench they sat on. "Can I ask you something?"
"Do you ever need permission?" Ishaana asked. Melody considered that for a moment.
"I guess not," she said, and she looked to the side, eyes on her friend. "What're you doing, Ishy?"
Ishaana glanced to her right, resting her cider on her thigh, and she didn't need to say anything to prompt Melody to continue.
"You keep saying how this is no strings attached, but you can't act like he's not on your mind. I know you're thinking about him. I know he's wheedled his way in there. I just don't want you to get hurt," she said as she tore into a packet of crisps, the sharp tang of salt and vinegar burning Ishaana's nostrils.
"I'm not gonna get hurt," she said. "You only get hurt when there are feelings involved. And my only feeling is that I want to feel his dick in me."
Melody couldn't help the grin that licked her lips. "Well, I can't argue with that," she said. "What do we know about this Casey fellow, then? This guy who definitely hasn't given my Ishy the feelings for the first time ever."
"I swear, Mel," Ishaana said, "I don't have feelings for him. If he disappeared tomorrow, I mean, I'd be a bit concerned but for the most part, I wouldn't give a flying fuck. I know nothing about him." She flipped through her mental category of facts, coming across little more than what she had read online. After a handful of encounters with Casey, she knew even less about him than about his bandmate. "He's twenty-three," she said, "and he's in a band. Oh, and his last name is Watts."