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[dcllfaced-blog]

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      “Hey, bubbles, long time no see.” Charity said         as she kicked open the door to her friend’s         home. She was pretty big now, having gained        weight from the baby, hell— she hadn’t even         been able to tell Avery. “Aves? You home?” 

         avery had been running jobs for charity’s dad for             god, it felt like forever actually.   to the point that her own             job  was  put  on  the backburner,  and  brought  around             some interesting situations. however it took all control             over her once blooming social life.             “charity? ...whoa, since when did you get preggo?” the             girl  raises  a  brow as she glances  the  blonde  over,             “i’m always the last to know... but uh, hey!”

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“Of fuckin’ course I got him back. I fuckin’ jizzed in his milk the next morning. And he drank it like a baby suckin’ its mom’s tit. Didn’t even suspect a thing, that idiot.”

He grins at the girl, recalling his old memories with his crew all those years ago. “Good times…” At first, she kind of annoyed him, but now that he’s  actually taking the time to talk to her? She ain’t that bad. “What about you? Got any good stories?”

       for a brief moment avery is mortified, while she has          no  doubt  that  the  man  in   question  deserved  that  sort  of           treatment;  it’s  still  a  lot  to  take  in.  rendered  incapable  of          not laughing, it instead flows from her with a genuine smile.         “nah,  my  friends? they’re  much more tamer than that,”  she          retorts  with  a  shake of her head,  her  hand  lowering  from          covering  her  mouth when she laughed to taking a  swig  of          her beer. maybe this guy isn’t so bad after all.         “well,  there was this one time someone pissed in a cupp’a          coffee that was meant for the  boss and he drank and even          said it was ‘better than usual’.”

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Wow I’ve been so neglectful here.

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the urge to make bea from wentworth is real

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Going to be doing replies and stuff in the morning, basically reblogging memes all night and replying to them in the AM as well. Just one of those ‘in a funk’ days y'know?

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        ”Well, sorry, little girl. Maybe you should keep             your complaints in your own fuckin’ head next            time.” His own eyes roll in response to her,             taking another swig of his ARTISAN beer, before            looking at her again with a half hearted glare.             ”Would you believe me if I said one of my best            friends pissed in my drink one time?”

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  his statement rolls of her back like water, and    she can’t  help but raise a  brow  at his question.  the idea    of it is kind of hilarious, but she fights off the urge to laugh.    “honestly, i would.        you seem like you keep interesting    company,”          she retorted, her lips curving into a small    smile, “please tell me you got him back.”

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the man behind the SLAUGHTER .

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   it may of been early morning, but he’d hardly been up six hours.    his entire body was screwed up, inside && out, but he never really    seemed to recognize the trauma he was putting it through. the dodgy    hand with the wonky finger waggled in a mocking hello, features sliding    into a lazy looking grin at her words.    “oh, yeah —-” he pretended to stretch, ever the actor, giving a small nod,    “y’wanna nip out back, sugar? breath ‘uv fresh air, an’ all that?” of course he     knew what she meant ( he wasn’t exactly being subtle, but then again when     was he EVER subtle? ), quirking both eyebrows as he spoke again.    “lead the way, doll, an’ this old hound’ll follow.”

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  the only one on her   payroll was the manager,   and even then it was risky to do deals in front of him.   the   others would undoubtedly rat.             she’d only have one    chance to make it real, to prove she wasn’t a dealer. she   would rather have people        believe she had a thing for    older men.          which is why she ended up grabbing his   hand, lacing her fingers with his. she could act too.    oh boy could she act when it was called for.    she led the way,  back out into the cold,   crisp air of the    night.         as they got out of eyesight, her hand slipped    away from his.  “so steve, what’s your poison tonight?”    avery inquired with a raised brow, “you look like hell.”    understatement of the year.

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                   “Ey, baby doll!”  He’s awfully OPTIMISTIC today, striding in with not even a care in the world, a smile on his face, arriving  at the oddest hour to see if he can get his fix of the  good stuff, as he calls it. There might be a bit of blood  flecked on his shoes, and his ring finger looks broken —-  but that’s nothing out of the ordinary for Steve. He’s a mess  from start to finish, he always has been. “How’s m’favourite   lil lady doin’, huh? You’s lookin’ well, sugar.” Maybe he meant  it as a compliment, but it was more likely he was just trying to butter her up.

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    it was two in the morning, and there she was finally leaving      her job.          she hated taking night shifts, even moreso when her      coworkers never bothered SHOWING UP. it was the quickest, and      simplest of ways to get on her shit list.           not that she could do      much in retaliation; she had friends that could though. friends like      STEVE, who was now right in front of her oddly enough.      “odd hour for you to be out,”  she retorted with a faint smile      tugging at twin flesh.    everyone at work knew who this man was,      that he wasn’t actually here for the coffee but something else.   a      different KIND of fix.     “flattery will get you nowhere,” avery’s reply      was cool and collected.         she knew his game, junkies always      tried to get her to smile, to flirt. never really worked.  “s’little stuffy      in here don’t cha think?”    her inquiry wasn’t so much a question      as it was telling him; ‘we need to go outside’.

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     avery was trying her best no to judge, no, really.        she was trying her  damnedest  not  to  judge the person       who  she described as her friend.   finally speaking,  she       shuttered slightly.       "do ya fuckin' think 'fore ya speak?"

[dcllfaced-blog]

     Alright! Hey everybody, gonna post up a couple starters,      then I'm going to get to my replies.