Jane finished smoking in silence, watching a nearby paper bag near a trash can blow around at every burst of wind. She thought about what had happened so far and what had pissed her off. She also thought about smoking some X but decided against it. Her drug use was for happy times, parties and celebrations, and this wasn't it.<br/><br/>She threw her smoke on the ground, then leaned her back against the door, crossing her arms, looking at the horizon. She would give it an hour or so then probably go back inside. She wasn't sleepy so she would have to find something productive to do. And for Jane, that probably meant a target to vent her anger on.<br/>