Labor Day

 It was Labor day, but the Laundramat was open, and Lana was the one that had to work. It was a slow day, and she had little to do. So for lunch she closed up shop with a be back in 30 min sign, and had a margarita and a beer at the restaurant next door. Afterwards, she was a little tipsy, but hid it well. Returning to the Laundromat, she took down the sign. A red silk dress caught her eye. It had come in months ago. Its owner had not returned. Lana could only imagine what it would be like to wear such a dress. Before her imagination could run rampant, the bell out front signaled a customer.

She made her way up front. It was a man. A handsome man. A man her age. He was the type of man that would have a woman in the red dress on his arm-rich. Lana could tell by the tailored suits and monogrammed handkerchief he always brought and his elite credit card he paid with. 

As Lana helped him, he scarcely looked at her. She was not his type-working poor. So Lana went about her job, taking him his clothes and giving his return slips. Once he left, she sat about preparing his clothes. Once they were done, she again had nothing to do. She decided it was time for a smoke break. But not a cigarette. No, Lana only smoked weed. 

She went out back. There she lit and smoked a joint. Once the joint was burnt, Lana was thirsty. She decided to go over to Boozemart. So she put the “back in 15 min” sign on the door, and making sure she had her keys and some money, locked it.

In Boozemart, she went over to the wine selection.

Between the liquor she’d already had at lunch, and the new influx of thc, Lana was a bit unsteady, and had a little difficulty reading the bottles. However, she soon picked out her favorite- a strong but fruity one.

Lana made her way to the checkout counter. As she placed the bottle on the counter, the clerk in the tight blue top greeted her, “Welcome t' boozemard, lana. I taze it yoo haffta worg today too?” as she put her tumblr of Jack Daniels down. She took the bottle of wine, and not waiting for an answer, began to scan it, “Oh, nish shoish uhf wine lana,”

“Yah medow, iss been a slow day over ad the launnrymat, same hear?,” Lana asked her friend, noting the empty store. 

“Nod 'zzactly.  Yooshully won ad a timme, bud theey alll've wanned me t' havva zzrink wiss 'em,” Meadow told her. 

“Welll, i canned break thad ssreak,” Lana said. 

“Ssangs.  Shay, yoo wooden mine sharin' a joinn wiss me?,” Meadow responded, exposing her boob in the process of producing said joint.

“Arenn yoo allready kinna wayssed meadow? whad will yer bozz shay?,” Lana asked.

“Iss boozemard.  Iss fine.  'specially few smoke wiss me.  Thenn 'sssin the line uhf worg,” Meadow said, presenting the joint.

“I shoul'nn, bud whad the hell.  Isssa slow day, a holiday.  Nooo won will mine,” Lana decided, taking the joint and lighting it. After a good hit, Lana passed the joint to Meadow. As the clerk smoked, Lana grabbed the tumbler of Jack on the counter and downed it. As she waited for Meadow to pass the joint back, she poured another. 

Some time later Lana made her way out of the booze mart back to the laundromat, wine bottle in hand, a smile on her face. Though her vision blurred, the drunk and high girl was pleased there were no customers waiting. Unlocking the door was a challenge. 

She fumbled with the key in her hand, trying to unlock the door. The task proved to be more difficult than she had anticipated, as her drunken state made the simple act of turning a key feel like a complicated puzzle.

After several failed attempts, Lana finally managed to unlock the door and stumble inside. The fluorescent lights flickered overhead, casting a harsh glow over the rows of washing machines and dryers. Lana made her way to the back of the laundromat, setting the bottle of wine down on a nearby table.

She noticed the rich, handsome mans clothes were done, and began the process of putting them in the dryer. The smell of detergent and fabric softener filled the air, mixing with the lingering scent of alcohol on her breath. Lana's hands moved erratically as she swayed drunkenly, occasionally dropping a piece. Shed stop and pick it up, nearly falling in the process.

As she worked, Lana's mind drifted back to the red dress, eager to unwind and let loose after a long day of folding clothes and running errands. Oh how she wished she was drunk after a long night of dancing, flirting with rich men.

Lana had always been adventurous, always eager to push the boundaries and explore the unknown. In her mind, the line between fun and recklessness was often blurred, and tonight was no exception. The combination of alcohol and drugs had sent her spiraling into a world of euphoria and excitement, where consequences were forgotten and inhibitions were cast aside.

But now, as Lana stood in the dimly lit laundromat, the harsh reality of her actions began to sink in. She knew she shouldn't be at work in such a state, knew that her boss would not be pleased if he found out. But the allure of the thrill, the rush of adrenaline that came with breaking the rules, had been too strong to resist.

As she tossed the last of the clean laundry in the dryer, Lana let out a sigh. The weight of her actions hung heavy in the air, mixing with the lingering scent of alcohol. She knew she had made a mistake, knew that there would be consequences to face in the morning.

But for now, in this moment of quiet solitude, Lana allowed herself to bask in the warmth of the alcohol and drugs coursing through her veins. The world outside the laundromat seemed distant and unimportant, as she reveled in the freedom of the night and the thrill of the unknown.

She returned to the red dress, and began to unbutton her own dress. It was warm and humid in the laundromat, but the fresh air against her boobs felt good. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the feeling of liberation, as the alcohol and weed cursed through her.