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Ronnie Bower. 22. That's all you need to know.

[ronnie-bower]

Painting The Town || Ronnie & Emerson

[emerson-reid]

Emerson watched Ronnie as she came closer, a small smirk forming on her lips. “Nice, outfit, Ronnie,” she mused, chuckling lightly. “We gonna go rob a bank later, or something? C’mon, let’s go,” she nodded her head to the side and started walking. “I dunno where we’re gonna go, but we’ll figure it out.”

[ronnie-bower]

Ronnie laughed; she knew her choice of clothing was too much. "Look, I've never done this before, gimme a break." Ronnie walked along side the girl wondering how far they were going to go. A taxi would be needed to take them into the city, so they were probably sticking close to home. She could hear the cans in Emerson's bag clank together with each step. Emerson had picked what they were going to do for their date...hangout session...play-date? Ronnie slightly shook her head forgetting the thought and moving on. "So...how'd you get into all this...vandalism shit." She laughed not knowing the right word. "You got a gang history hidden in your past?" she joked.

[i-charlesmontgomery-deactivated]

Perhaps I could introduce you to something that very much cures the mind.

[ronnie-bower]

Let's do it.

[i-charlesmontgomery-deactivated]

I believe these heal the body, for that is what their use is for am I right? So as a doctor, I suggest you get as much as you can. Even if that requires you to fine a new arrangement.

[ronnie-bower]

I use drugs more for healing the mind then the body. My body is in perfect shape. My mind however...let's just say it runs rampant with bad ideas.

[ronnie-bower]

Painting The Town || Ronnie & Emerson

[emerson-reid]

Emerson had already arrived at the meeting spot, her backpack full of all kinds of spray paint. She promised herself that her delinquent behaviour would stop when she moved to LA, but for some reason, she came up with the idea to take Ronnie out for graffiti a wall somewhere. She looked down at her watch and sighed. “Where the heck are you?” She muttered to herself, almost starting to think Ronnie wasn’t going to show.

[ronnie-bower]

The butterflies in Ronnie's stomach flitted in excitement. She had no idea what she was going to paint, or even what she would paint on. They had all of LA as their potential canvas. She started walking faster. Just around the corner from Emerson's house was an old payphone booth that had been discontinued nearly a decade ago. It had been tagged by vandals; it's glass broken in one or two places by neighborhood kids. That was where they were to meet. And finally it was in her sight, she slowed her pace a bit, not wanting to seem too eager. Emerson was already there. Ronnie lit a cigarette as she neared the girl. "So...where to first?" She followed where Emerson led.

[ronnie-bower]

[i-charlesmontgomery-deactivated]

Yes, as a doctor I do have my own benefits. But I see the youth of today have their own troubles with getting their hands on those type of medications. How far do you usually go to get your hands on these? 

[ronnie-bower]

I only get them whenever my best friend can get his hands on them. Why are you suggesting I find a different...arrangement?

[ronnie-bower]

Painting The Town || Ronnie & Emerson

Ronnie stood before her closet assessing her wardrobe. She tilted her head to the side wondering if black was too cliché. "Fuck it," she muttered pulling her darkest clothes from the mess of tangled hangers before her. The sun was still up but would be setting soon enough. She grabbed her old backpack, covered in dust from disuse. The blonde scanned the room, wandering what would be beneficial to take along. She'd never done graffiti before, that was blatantly obvious. She snatched a beanie and threw it in, along with her phone and some cash she kept in her jewelry box. Throwing the bag over her shoulder, she headed out the door, walking towards their meeting spot.

[i-charlesmontgomery-deactivated]

As much as I would love to, I would need pay. 

[ronnie-bower]

I'm sure there's ways I can pay you that don't involve money.

What's your stance on the medical benefits of marijuana? Or maybe I could get you some pills? But I'm sure you have unlimited access, don't you?

[ronnie-bower]

Anyone willing to share this with me?

[constancelangdontdhu]

[ronnie-bower]

Feel free to watch as I do.

[i-charlesmontgomery-deactivated]

I-I’m actually a doctor, one of the kids were complaining of being ill..

[ronnie-bower]

Well, while you're here you could give me a check-up.

[i-charlesmontgomery-deactivated]

Oh.. Pardon me, I believe I have the wrong room.

[ronnie-bower]

It's fine. Company is always welcome.

Aren't you a bit old to be in a fraternity?

[ronnie-bower]

Anyone willing to share this with me?

[emerson-reid]

Cheers. 

I mean, you just gotta find the right people… The rest of them can fuck off for all I care.

[ronnie-bower]

Alright, I've come to my conclusion. You are, in fact, really fuckin' cool.

[ronnie-bower]

Anyone willing to share this with me?

[constancelangdontdhu]

[ronnie-bower]

More like 1,000 years old.

[ronnie-bower]

Anyone willing to share this with me?

[emerson-reid]

[she laughs and takes a hit] I mean, we’re socially acceptable in some circles. 

[ronnie-bower]

Cheers to that!

[ronnie-bower]

Anyone willing to share this with me?

[thesxffordway-inactive]

"Trust me, I can handle it perfectly fine."

[ronnie-bower]

Fuck it, I'm too high to care. *hands it over*

[ronnie-bower]

Anyone willing to share this with me?

[constancelangdontdhu]

Mine were better. As was my skin, and my hair had more bounce.

Every facet of me really. 

[ronnie-bower]

Does it make you feel better going head to head with some one sixty years younger than you?

[ronnie-bower]