polly-cooper:
Polly laughs at Gabby’s comment, shaking her head at the other girl. “I can’t help that it smells that way. I honestly don’t even smell anything though. Once you smell BABY PUKE, you never get alerted to anything else.” She admitted, shuddering at the thought of it. Juniper and Dagwood? Didn’t puke that much, thank god, but it was horrific. “You couldn’t get the doughnut?” She asked, a frown put firmly on her face. “Well, I suppose we could just get school lunch. But that sucks too so…”
“You didn’t lay down a toot while I was in there?” Gabby asked, raising an eyebrow with a crooked grin on her face. “I’ve read that ladies who’ve been pregnant have some real smellers,” she shrugged. “No, man, you might be a northsider but even I wouldn’t subject you to that crusty-ass donut. Trust me, I saved you just now,” Gabby nodded her head with certainty, tapping the end of her cigarette and watching the ashes float to the ground. “You mean you can go get school lunch. I left that torture behind when I dropped out. Wanna go to Pop’s and see if he’s willing to donate a burger to the hungry-blondes of Riverdale?”