my favorite game [Isaac, closed.]

It wasn't the first time Eloise had sneaked out past curfew, and it wasn't going to be the last, but tonight, she still felt like she was on a covert mission. Her father had been like a hawk, as of light -not surprisingly, considering she had just gotten a license, a car, turned sixteen, you know, the whole shebang. Frowning slightly at the thought, she wrinkle her nose and shoved her hands farther into her heavy coat pockets, the freezing Maine chill making her wonder what the hell she was thinking. She couldn't wait to get out of the Ice Age and move somewhere warm. Shivering, she quickened her pace through the parking lot and jingled her keys as she pulled them from the depths of her coat, unlocking and starting her Rover from a distance and then practically diving into the passenger-side back seat with a sigh of relief. With the heat going strong and the engine humming quietly, the much happier Lo Harriman, opened her console and pulled out a pristine pack of cigarettes, of which only three had been smoked. It wasn't often that she indulged in the cliche sin, but tonight, she felt the urge and followed her whim. Pulling one from the box, she lit it with a similarly stored lighter before putting everything away, cracking the back window, and taking a slow drag.

Her father would find out that she smoked eventually, with the leather seats likely to soak up all manner of scents from her bad habits, but the Rover was Eloise's car, it was in her name, she paid the insurance on it (with her Dad's money, of course), so it wasn't like he could punish her for it reaaalllyyy. As long as she had her car, she didn't care. Lo wrinkled her nose and took another hit before tapping it against the window edge, ashes floating listlessly from the end of the white cigarette. She leaned her honey-blonde head against the window and closed her eyes, listening to the sound of the engine for a little while as she allowed thoughts to roam wildly through her head. The rumor mill at Felicity and it's latest gossip, the shenanigans of she and Rea and Isaac and Will, and both of the latters' obsession with good girls, which she found amusing, all swam lazily through her brain before she shut it off completely and sat up, reaching forward and turning on the radio. The Cardigans whispered from the speakers and she sang lightly and horridly off-key with them (singing was NOT one of her gifts), the cigarette between her lips as she peeled off her coat, now comfortable, and just enjoyed the company of her car, her brain, her music, and her mellow mood.

Eloise smiled languidly, as though at someone in particular, out the other window before closing her eyes once again and sighing heavily, removing the cigarette from her lips like a sophisticated woman, hair falling wildly over her shoulders like the mane of an 80's rock star. Life was just right, in that singular moment. Her smile grew slightly as she listened to the Cardigans and took another drag from the smoking threat between her fingers.