Jezebelle's new friends were Angelica, a leggy, long haired redhead, and Dorothy, a petite blond, who'd happened to dyed her hair raven black, just like Jezebelle.
Jezebelle was content, having met the two other goth girls, and lost track of time in their socializing and smoking. Suddenly, the streets were nearly deserted.
"Shit," Jezebelle said to her new friends, "I should probably be heading back to the ferry."
"Don't bother," replied Angelica. "It won't be leaving until the morning."
"Fuck!" she replied, a vaguely desperate tone in her voice, "Where the hell am I supposed to sleep?"
"You could always come home with us," Dorothy told her, giving a smile to Angelica, "We have a place here on the island."
"They let people live here?" Jezebelle asked.
"For a price," Angelica said.
"Well, if you're cool with that, it would be great. I definitely don't want to be wandering around here alone, or trying to find some place to curl up on the street," Jezebelle said, happy she'd met the two goth girls.
"No," Dorothy agreed. "You seriously don't want that." Dorothy glanced at Angelica, and they exchanged a secret smile.
"We really need to be getting to the house," Angelica said, beginning to walk more briskly, glancing at the large clocktower which showed it was five til midnight.
"What's the rush?" Jezebelle asked, not really feeling like walking as quickly as Angelica.
"This place...changes at midnight. It's not such a fun spot for a lot of girls," Angelica said. Dorothy snickered under her breath, drawing a sideways glance of warning from Angelica.