( there's some things you don't touch — laced product from an unknown source is one of them. she gives it a lingering glance, then — looks away from the temptation. knowing her shitty luck, some kingpin is lurking, waiting for an excuse to break her fingers over it. some highs aren't worth risking anymore.
a hand twists around the ends of her hair, spinning it absently. backtracking to the more concerning point, the reason why a coke-induced fuzz could only be the worst idea she's ever had, in a string of bad ideas: )
What, so we're in some fuck dungeon? That what you're telling me?
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Yeah, 'cause I'd be fucking dead.
( there's some things you don't touch — laced product from an unknown source is one of them. she gives it a lingering glance, then — looks away from the temptation. knowing her shitty luck, some kingpin is lurking, waiting for an excuse to break her fingers over it. some highs aren't worth risking anymore.
a hand twists around the ends of her hair, spinning it absently. backtracking to the more concerning point, the reason why a coke-induced fuzz could only be the worst idea she's ever had, in a string of bad ideas: )
What, so we're in some fuck dungeon? That what you're telling me?