Febreeze was now $1.97. Last week it was $1.59, but now it was $1.97. Drina made a face at the price tag as if she expected to burst into flames and magically turn back into it's previous price. All the staring did was give her a fat headache that lounged on the side of her head. It was a blossoming migraine soon to hit her the minute she arrived back at the dorm. The dorm. Drina made another disgusted face, grabbing two bottles of Febreeze for good measure. The stuff was expensive, but it did the job. It got rid of the smell and, ultimately, that was what she was looking for. The smell brought on by her roommate. Drina wasn't much of a frilly frilly girly girly person, but that didn't mean she didn't find it odd that her roommate brought upon a horrible odor in the room each and every day. The lack of vision had nothing to do with it, either. She was blind, not incapable of smelling anything. Drina wasn't going to ask her why, though. She must have had her reasons. She shoved a 5 into the cashier's hand, looking away from him as if he didn't exist. The boy tried to strike up some kind of conversation, but Drina kept her blue eyes plastered to the cash register, watching the $4.31 blink behind the screen. The change wasn't worth keeping, so, with her eyes averted from his, she grabbed the two canisters and head out the automated doors. The mid-fall weather bristled across her neck as she pulled her light hoodie closer around her shoulders, Febreeze shoved under her arm. Her small, compact, and sort of rusted Camery winked at her under the florescent orange lamp. It had to be somewhere close to 9 in the evening by then, meaning that she had exactly one hour before they closed the gates. Yes. They were careful about security there. Drina tossed herself into the car, putting it in reverse without bothering to look behind her. So what if she hit a car or if she died in some wreck? That'd only mean one less person out there wanting to buy Hawaiin Febreeze. She tucked a dark strand of hair behind her ear that was studded across with earnings. There was not one piece of exposed skin there. Just the way she liked it. "You're listening to WLKN radio. Your station for nonstop Pop Rocking Rock! I'm your host Jiggy Jason Smotter, bringing to you the best from the West. Up next, we have a new Myrule Castle, Redemptemp. Wanna hear your favorite jam? Hit me up over the celly and sweet talk me. Aye! All you men can stay away! You all know how Smotter does with the ladi--" She flicked off of the radio and drove in silence, listening to the wind whistling through a tiny crack in the passenger's window. It was a short, shrill sort of sound, amplifying when the car traveled over an incline in the road. The sun long since disappeared behind the horizon. Drina wondered if she could be just like the sun, coming into life when she wanted to, only to die at a certain time, reviving again in the morning. The drive back to the dorm was long and the walk up the stairs was longer. Fruder University was obsessively in love with long stairs. She took them two at a time, bracing herself before opening the door to room 14B. Once she did, she shut her eyes and did the best to keep a straight face as the smell ransacked her like a sack of bricks. It was the price she had to pay to stay in the dorm. That and $4.31.