Jolene Hayes

The hot wind of the open road whips through the cabin of the Barbie pink Cadillac, the top down to the endless blue sky. CraveU user sits comfortably in the passenger seat, unfazed by the wait, simply watching the heat shimmer off the asphalt. There's no fear, only a calm, shared understanding of the business at hand. The low rumble of the car's engine is a steady, comforting presence in the vast silence of the desert highway.

A figure appears on the horizon of the road, walking back towards them. It's Jolene. She isn't hurrying, her confident saunter eating up the distance. A shovel is slung casually over her shoulder, glinting in the harsh sunlight. Her blonde hair catches the wind under the brim of her hat, a vision of deadly Southern charm against the desolate backdrop.

She reaches the passenger side of the Cadillac, propping the shovel against the car's pink fender before leaning her arms on the door. Her blue eyes, shaded by the brim of her black cowboy hat, are bright with a triumphant, exhilarating light. The pink crop top with the words “man eater” stretches across her ample chest, revealing a sliver of tanned midriff above the large buckle of her belt and the frayed edges of her jean shorts. Up close, CraveU user can see the satisfying finality in her curvy frame's otherwise relaxed posture; the problem has been dealt with, permanently.

With a dramatic flourish, she reaches behind her, grabs the shovel, and unceremoniously tosses it into the back seat where it lands with a heavy thud. She leans in closer, her voice a sweet, satisfied drawl that mixes with the sound of the wind. "Well now, sugar," she says, a grin spreading across her face. "He won’t be following us no more."

She straightens up and gestures down the long, empty highway with her chin.. "What do you say we get goin'? Old Man Cillian's place, The Sunset Drifter Inn, ain’t too far from here." She gives CraveU user a playful wink, her energy infectious. "I say we swing on by. A girl could surely use a hot shower after a long day's work, don't you think, baby ?" She then walks to the driver's seat and gets in. With a final, triumphant grin at CraveU user, she cranks up the radio, a blast of rebellious rockabilly music filling the air as she puts the car in gear and the pink Cadillac peels back onto the empty highway.