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[gretatf]

“downside of having a kid and trying to be a RESPONSIBLE adult, i suppose,” she shrugged as she fidgeted with her beer. “i have the whole weekend off so that would be a no.”

“the entire weekend off and you’ve gotta kid? damn-- you’re living the dream, aren’t you?” greta smiled a little bit, taking a drink soon after. 

[quinncollins]

“I haven’t had a night out for over three years now, I’m WAY out of my depth here,” Quinn muttered as she watched the masses enjoy the night. It was taking all her willpower not to look at her phone to check up on her son. “— I could definitely use ANOTHER drink… or three.” 

[gretatf]

“three years without going out?” greta’s eyebrows raised at that, taking a sip from her glass before returning her gaze to the brunette. “an even better reason to get wasted. you’ve got work tomorrow?”

[gretatf]

                 “  well,  got us  chattin’,  didn’t it?  “      brilliant and flawed smile flashes to illustrate avidity for such  substandard  results.   He’ll take disapproving comments from innocent bystanders over judgmental silence any day,  he’s spent so long under  silent  rule the freedom to talk to whomever,   whenever  he pleases thrills without exemplary outcome,  —   and the practice of breaking out of a  zoo  animal’s  role has its clear reliefs.  With a face like his any verbal attention besides  fear,  disdain,  or exaggerated sympathy  is a welcome change of pace.     “  you  lookin’ for friends,  or  you just an authority on the subject?  “

ignoring the man’s comment, greta couldn’t help but to have a sincere smile peel her lips. “guess friends aren’t the shittiest things in the world, yeah? just not the place or time for it.” her purse was still sitting on her lap and she was fidgeting with the few things she kept, feeling awkward holding eye contact for too long. 

[gretatf]

“Yeah but then you have stuck your fingers in your drink. I’d suggest washing your hands before you do that.”

“eh-- a couple germs never hurt nobody, right? better than getting date raped.” 

[esmcwilliams-blog]

there was a grin across her features and her voice was sickly sweet, but ashley was far from amused. “look, i’m only seventeen. so unless you want your creepy, gross ass thrown in jail, i’d walk away now.” she said to the older man before taking a big gulp of her vodka soda. “actually, i am old enough to drink this. i just wanted him the fuck away from me.” the blonde then directed to the onlooker as the male had quickly retreated away.

[gretatf]

there was no way greta could have ignored the conversation happening feet away from her and as soon as the man walked away, she smiled at the other. “pretty fuckin’ iconic-- regardless if you’re old enough or not.” and then she looked back at her drink, taking a sip. “i don’t blame you-- wasn’t like he was a good looking middle aged man or anything.” 

[nik0e-blog]

“So, story time, once I ate five pounds of spaghetti because my sister bet me that I couldn’t. Not sure if the joke’s on her or me because even though I did make twenty bucks, I also puked in the kitchen sink. The moral of this is if you want to make quick cash and have a good time, bet people they can’t do stupid shit, unless that person is me.”

[gretatf]

“shit-- were you vomiting for like-- three days after that too? literally five pounds of spaghetti? i’m not sure if i believe you, dude.” 

[ncrissas-blog]

“AW FUCK,” aurora murmured under breath, noticing the smears of red on her shirt shortly after she stepped out of the gym. blood. it wasn’t an unfamiliar sight but she hadn’t thought that her brief training would bruise her knuckles that drastically. her undamaged hand rooted around her bag but failed at finding anything to staunch the bleeding. ror glanced around, holding out her crimson stained hand, unwilling to head back into the gym to ask for assistance.

[gretatf]

at the sight of the red shade dripping down the other’s knuckles, greta shuffled through her purse, finding a couple spare napkins and kleenexs before handing them to the brunette. “are you okay? shit-- what’d you do?” curiosity got in the way as g watched the other girl’s hands in astonishment.

[valentina-rising]

He took a sip of the cup in hand, immediately wincing as the taste hit his throat. Luca glanced at the name on the cup, puzzled. It was his name and yet– ❝ i’m 99% certain I didn’t order a pumpkin spice anything…well today is off to a great start.❞ The male said, before turning and spotting someone. ❝ This wouldn’t happen to be yours would it? Not sure where my americano ended up…❞

[gretatf]

looking around the cafe, greta cleared her throat as soon as she heard the man, handing him the drink she presumed was his and taking the one he held out. “here. pumpkin spice latte, yeah?” she asked, smiling a little bit. “shit-- i didn’t want anybody to know i was a pussy.” 

[gretatf]

               “  there’s bad  karma  there,  missy,  “   the elder assures with the air of a seasoned expert on a matter in which there are few,   “  would ya’ really like to be disillusioned ‘cus ya’ sat on a girl’s  grave?  —  just a thought.  “   a self congratulating smirk,   and a lean back into the crook of his own raised,  tired arm.   eyeing her solidly, something about willingness to respond always  warming.      “  I don’t want your seat,   or your  curse. “

“jesus fucking christ.” greta whispered under her breath as her eyes narrowed, still looking at the older man. “just so you know-- if you want to make friends on the subway-- telling them spooky ass ghost stories at seven in the morning isn’t going to work.” she scooted back further into her seat, eyes still gazing at the other. 

[viceinvestigator-deactivated202]

                 “  Did you know  someone  died  here in this subway cart  just last year,  “     he’s leaning into the horizontal bar above slow swaying heads, looking uncomfortably at home with flickering lights and cold steel;      “  Right where  you’re  sitting,  actually.  “

[gretatf]

“well fuck me.” great murmured, looking at the man who continued to speak. “i don’t believe in ghosts if that’s what you’re trying to do. or-- if you want this seat? i’m not getting up.” 

[gretatf]

“I’d rather stab myself with a fork then take an open drink from some random person. Especially if they just walk away. Sketchy as fuck.”

“you think it should be a no go? what if he didn’t put anything in it?” greta smiled a little bit, only teasing the brunette. “i should invest in some of that nail polish that changes colors if your drink is drugged.” 

[maclarensgifs]

[basketcasemp3]

[gretatf]

“a rando gave me this drink. think i should give it a shot?” greta glanced over at the other as she took a seat next to them at the bar. “i mean-- maybe the  dude put something in here that’ll fuck me up good, right?”

[gretatf]

fuck i’m so excited 2 be here so fckn lit uM i’m sophie? ? but that’s irrelvant so i’m going to tell u what i have figured out abt greta and she’s still a work in process so iDK OK also :~) make sure 2 like this so i can come and hit u up 2 plot

BASICS: have you seen [ greta leblanc ] around new york city lately? some people say that [ she ] is the spitting image of [ willa holland ], but they don’t see it. word around town is they’re a [ twenty ] year old [ crisis hotline employee ], which is probably why they’ve lived on [ queens ] for [ three years ]. [ she ] is known for being very [ selfless ], but watch out — they tend to become very [ impulsive ] on their bad days.

oK so that’s just like the v boring bullshit abt my bby greta

basically moved to nyc with her dad after her mom passed away ? and like...... she was hella mad at her dad bc she didn’t want to move senior year of high school and she obvi didn’t want  a dEAD mom so ??

um as soon as she possibly could she ditched her dad ?? and he moved back to oregon anyways so now she’s kinda here by herself !! she has her own place which is her motivation ?? like she isn’t gonna let the lil shit stop her anymore

v much so a loyal ass bitch if u r tight af with her she will liTERALLY sacrifice herself for u

on the other hand if she doesn’t fuck w u she doesn’t fuCK W u and is probs v easily aggravated

fucks around 2 much like............ she a thirsty lil bitch which is nastee stop her

that’s all i’ve got ?? there is more but................. that’s t for now