ミ 𝓛𝐸𝑉𝐼 𝓑𝑅𝐴𝐷𝑌

angels murder first born sons

‘scuse me!

⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀hmm, feels like my lighter is about to slip.

been a good girl all week so i deserve to get legless.

⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀feeling bored, might set a jock on fire.

she let out another scoff, gaze cutting away from him and towards the door that led back into the club. she knew if she got caught out back she’d get chewed out—— maybe have some of her tips taken as retribution. the numbness finally spread down her body and all she could do +

“that was a karaoke bar… god, don’t know how you didn’t get put off by my awful singing skills.” she chuckled, resting a hand over the one that was placed on her thigh.

I like that idea better !

you’re sweet, but we should agree to disagree!

“i’m not a fucking escort either. i’m not fucking you for money and drugs—— is that what the fuck you think about me?” she let out a scoff before stepping back and away from him in disgust. brows furrowed as she fumbled to yank out a cigarette and her lighter. she was pissed +

I was thinking more of a butterfly, maybe?

I want a tattoo !

“thank you baby.” she passed a smile, leaning over the console to return the kiss. “we should maybe hit the bar after, if you’re up for that.”

“and i told you i don’t want your handouts.” her tongue ran over her teeth before grabbed the bag for a second time. a larger amount inhaled and some ran across her gums for good measure. “i’m not someone’s fucking pet project.”