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ᅠ *𝓣ℎ𝑒 𓂃ᵍⁱʳˡᶠʳⁱᵉⁿᵈ@honeyedmalice
ᅠ ᅠ ᅠ ᅠ 📲 : 𝘩𝘪 , 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳. ♡︎ ᅠ ᅠ ᅠ
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out as she offered the joint towards the redhead carefully.
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contents warily before taking one hesitant sip. not much of a liquor drinker, she’d take it though. anything to ease her obvious discomfort.
she wasn’t used to such.. nice places—— her own apartment was rundown and in a shady part of town. “you wanna hit?” finally mumbled +
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money was taken first—— priorities obviously. counting the cash before unzipping her duffle and tossing the wad on top. her joint plucked from between her lips as smoke cascaded out of her mouth slowly.
finally did her hand reach out and grab the offered cup. sniffing the +
ℎ͟𝑜͟𝑛͟𝑒͟𝑦͟ 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶཐི༏ཋྀ@SACRIFlCALANGEL
⠀⠀ she visibly cringes. even when she was white trash from the trailer park, she didn’t sit that way. “exactly. i bitched and moaned until they let me out.” without another word, she gracefully stands to walk towards the outdoor covered bar area. two cups are + ⠀
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@DISCREETPAINTER … you’ve got the face of a guy who’d like it
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on marisol like a hawk. she was greedy, and slightly high already. that simple heavy lidded look said it all, ‘i’ll see you in a few minutes.’ patting that ratty bag in her arms to show the other woman she had what she’d been itching for all night.
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higher up on her shoulder and dirty converse shuffling across the dirty club floor to back away. she surely knew by now that if she didn’t work then one she wasn’t getting paid, and two? two is that she could piss off the wrong people.
though again, her eyes stayed trained +
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shit.. she was screwed—— which seemed to be the theme when she was around the other woman. distracted and stuck in a trance. though she finally managed to pull herself out of it just long enough to nod.
“right.. i gotta work, i’ll meet you back there in a minute.” bag yanked +
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she could make anyone do anything she wanted. men fell to their knees and so did other women, at times. but there was a certain satisfaction sparking once willow strolls right up to the stage, and marisol easily lowers onto her +
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incessant fidgeting against her thigh and instead tugging the joint she’d tucked behind her ear. between her lips it went and a second later a lighter followed.
“i’m not tense… i always sit this way.”
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“rehab..” cringing at the thought of that place—— the bane of her entire business. customers being sent by concerned family or employers and depleting her own income in the process. “fuck rehab.”
the words scoffed out with a roll of her eyes, fingers finally halting in their +
ℎ͟𝑜͟𝑛͟𝑒͟𝑦͟ 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶཐི༏ཋྀ@SACRIFlCALANGEL
⠀⠀ looking forward at the pool, she smiles to herself. “yeah. i’m good. they shipped me off to rehab again.” she returned late last night, and it isn’t yet public knowledge. “what a waste of everyones time and money.” information she usually keeps to herself, + ⠀
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the side of it. surely her posture was atrocious from years of sitting this way. her bag very safely planted in front of her feet and within arms distance.
“you good? first time i’ve heard from you in a week..”
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for a second she stayed rooted in place. a hand fiddling with the ratty strap holding her bag on her shoulder—— idle chit chat was not her forte.. but eventually she did settle into the chair next to honey.
scuffed up converse still planted on the ground as she hunched over +
ℎ͟𝑜͟𝑛͟𝑒͟𝑦͟ 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶཐི༏ཋྀ@SACRIFlCALANGEL
⠀⠀ the redhead doesn’t move. stares up with red eyes that are hidden by giant sunglasses and a bored expression. exposed, pale skin glistens with droplets of water. “you were quick.” head gestures to the empty chair beside her own. “sit.” she’s been alone all day, + ⠀
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escaping, only her hand shoving into her bag until she could fish out what it is she was here for to begin with. “your highness.”
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“jesus christ, fine.” hands thrown in the air with a sigh. her bag yanked out of the passenger seat as she moved towards the backyard. finally spotting honey and moving in her direction, her shoes scuffing against hot pavement as she stopped dead in front of her.
no words +
ℎ͟𝑜͟𝑛͟𝑒͟𝑦͟ 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶཐི༏ཋྀ@SACRIFlCALANGEL
⠀⠀ all honey can do is sigh and roll her eyes. her body is basically glued to the pool lounge chair, and she’s not ready to move. phone is picked up to call willow, and she speaks a bit rudely once she answers. “did i not say to just come out back when you got + ⠀
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