Dialogue Prompt I

She rolled her eyes in mock annoyance, a wicked grin dancing on vermillion lips as long nails tapped to her own rhythm. The interior of a cops car wasn't as bad as I thought it'll be, but it was still something I never thought to find out before.

“Well I can scratch that off my bucket list,” she spoke breathlessly. Wisps of hairs flying from her hairdo. She was a mess with sickly pale skin and eyes that keep darting around.

“Who puts getting arrested on their bucket list?” I could feel my own voice reach a higher octave, it always does when she was around and it wasn’t the first nor last time where I wondered what exactly was I doing here. There was no desire for a sense of thrill within me, but if one were to ask it was probably to keep my friend grounded, “well?” I continued.

“I don’t know,” she spoke cheerfully, her eyes blank and empty. There was no rhyme or reason to what she did anymore.

“Alright,” I sighed and squeezed her hand, ignoring the way her eyes no longer shined. Pushing back her wisp's of hair I stared into her eyes hoping for anything. There was nothing. I killed it long ago.