| Bonnie_Barstow |
 102 F |
| drew both legs onto the couch. |
| Bonnie_Barstow |
102 F |
| couches to sit down and kick off her shoes, before laying over as she c> |
| Bonnie_Barstow |
102 F |
| Bonnie quietly made her way into the lobby, tiptoeing over to one of the c> |
| Charlisse |
29 F |
| She offered no more explanation, but quickly pulled out of the lot before her new friend could change her mind. /g |
| Charlisse |
29 F |
| “Nope, no candy. I left that in the panel van back home.”, she teased, inserting the key to start the car as soon as Blaise was in the passenger seat, “Thanks, it belongs to my cousin's semi dead baby daddy.” .c. |
| BIaise |
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| She descended the stairs with a little hop to her step before she opened the passenger side and slipped in. “Nice car.” She complimented, impressed that she had a vehicle in this condition. |
| BIaise |
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| candy in there?” She said after she plucked the cigarette from her mouth and ground it out as well. With a general air of ‘fxck it, why not,’ she shrugged. “Sure, thank you.” [C] |
| BIaise |
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| Cigarette still hanging from her lips, she quirked a brow. First instinct was to chastise her for offering a stranger a ride at her age. Granted, Blaise wasn’t that much older than her, judging by appearance. “Let me guess. You also got [C] |
| Charlisse |
29 F |
| do you need a ride?” |
| Charlisse |
29 F |
| She noticed the young woman standing alone, and though it was clear that she could defend herself if need be, Charlisse was painfully Southern and would rather not face the fury of Adalind learning of a case of bad manners. “Hey, New Friend, .c. |
