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Dec. 2nd, 2022 09:13 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Her hands are trembling, a little, when she takes her phone out of her pocket. Kavinsky's altoids tin is still stuffed in the back pocket of her jeans, and she's still thinking about getting high. Eddie had refused to smoke a joint with her and, at the time, she'd been pissed but, now, she actually thinks she likes him more because of it. It would have been really easy, she figures. Kavinsky's dream weed is easily the best she's ever smoked.
She keeps thinking about the pills. She doesn't even know what all of them are, but she keeps picturing him rolling them between his fingers, all shapes and sizes and colours of the rainbow, any one of them enough to make her fly. She thinks Danny would probably let her get away with a joint - she doesn't think he'd be as quick to forgive the pills, though.
She fires off a text as she walks.
Need help. Coming over.
She doesn't wait for him to reply before she sets off in the direction of the town house, her hands thrust deep into the pockets of her coat. If he's not home, she'll just sit on the stoop and wait.
She keeps thinking about the pills. She doesn't even know what all of them are, but she keeps picturing him rolling them between his fingers, all shapes and sizes and colours of the rainbow, any one of them enough to make her fly. She thinks Danny would probably let her get away with a joint - she doesn't think he'd be as quick to forgive the pills, though.
She fires off a text as she walks.
Need help. Coming over.
She doesn't wait for him to reply before she sets off in the direction of the town house, her hands thrust deep into the pockets of her coat. If he's not home, she'll just sit on the stoop and wait.
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Date: 2023-02-16 01:43 pm (UTC)"I could feel them all of a sudden," she says. "All their hunger. All their sadness. Just oozing all over me." She barely represses a shudder, slipping one hand under her hair to rub the back of her neck like it suddenly itches. "Never again."
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Date: 2023-02-17 07:28 pm (UTC)"Yeah, well," he says. "You're tough as hell. Proved that today, didn't you?"
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Date: 2023-02-18 01:57 pm (UTC)"I'm just a canonball, Hop," she says. Her cigarette's got one drag left in it, and she takes it and then makes sure it's properly stubbed out on the sole of her boot, holding the butt between her fingers. "I don't know how to stop."
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Date: 2023-02-22 05:18 pm (UTC)And instead they're dissolving somewhere in the pipes beneath Darrow.
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Date: 2023-02-23 08:21 pm (UTC)He shoves her and she smirks, small at first, but growing. She tucks her hair behind her ear.
"I almost took them," she says. "Danny's always terrified I'm going to overdose again." Her jaw works for a minute. "I fucking hate disappointing him."