Beatrice & Arizona went outside the hookah bar, the autumn New York City air cooling down their sweaty bodies. The bar inside was full of partygoers, squeezed tightly against the walls, fighting for a share of the exotic tobacco.

“I had fun! You?” Arizona asked.

“Yeah!” Beatrice said.

“This way to my car ... It’s kinda cold.”

They walked toward 34th Street then made a left. As they passed, Arizona saw a driveway that led into complete darkness, save for a small light on top of a garage door at the end of the driveway. She got an idea, another one of her twisted ideas.

“Let’s go down there ... it might be fun.”

“ ... I’m not so sure...”

“Come on...” Arizona grabbed her hand, leading her in between parked cars & shadows darker than the night.

“ ... eh, I hope we don’t get robbed...”

They reached a dark spot. Arizona, high off adrenaline, pushed her against a wall. “I want you now.”