whispering | {fridae/espie} | blitz
Jan 20, 2017 19:40:15 GMT -5
Post by admin dars on Jan 20, 2017 19:40:15 GMT -5
E S P I E ; |
{ do what you want tonight, it's alright
if you want to get used }
"Sunday, fun day," She said, cherry flavored lolli dying her lips red, "finaaaaale night!"
She would not be fighting, lost out to her own goddamn sister, round one-- the bitch. Espie found her in the crowd, near the back. She was always a little standoffish, wasn't she? Never one to speak unless spoken to. Quiet bitch, then.
Next, she looked at the girl next to her, freckled flesh, clean hair. The dirt and grime and stench of this place made her look like a heaven-send-- ha. No angels came through places like this. Girls like her were a phase. Girls like her came to places like these to piss Mommy and Daddy off for a weekend before they ran back into their silk sheets and sun rooms and whatever the fuck else rich people had.
"Prissy, she whispered. She rather liked making people uncomfortable, which, she guessed, was probably easily deciphered. She had a goddamn second generation spell book in her bedside drawer, right next to a deck of tarot cards and a near-empty bottle of spirits.
Shit, she needed to get another bottle soon.
"Welcome to hell, Princess. Ready for a wild ride?"
She tossed her candy off the balcony, watched it smack someone in the back of the head, then lit a cigarette. She bet this girl came from a family that looked down upon smokers. Pansy asses. Still, she held the pack out to her.
"Smoke?"
