auroraĀ loved weed. she hated when people used it as a personality trait - - but thereās a there was a fine line between love and hate⦠right? so, when she had the night to herself, with no plans - - of course, she reached into her trap bag, took out her canister of mango kush and after a bowl to herself, she was ready to get lost in one of her paintings. then, her brain had another idea, influenced by the hybrid in her system⦠sheād go to the beach! she hasnāt smoked such a high thc strain in a bit - so it was really hitting her and the funny thing was, she didnāt know just how much it was hitting her until she suddenly felt her chest get ⦠cold and something tickled against her bare tummy and thighs. she looked down to see that the top of her bikini was never tightened and eventually became untied. the revelation sent rory both covering up and losing herself in a fit of laughter that she couldnāt contain no matter how hard she tried because she couldnāt figure a way to get her top back on without revealing herself yet again. her giggles took her down to the sand, as she finally found use of her knees to hide her breasts as she made sure to tighten the knot the best she could while fumbling at her own personal comedy show.
THIS was shy she never smoked in public. as she stood back up, her tummy aching form cackling like a hyena from the lion king, she noticed someone had been approaching, āhave Ā - - you been , you - hey, you!ā her brain was physically making the windows shutdown sound, āyes. okay, you. my first question is? did you see ⦠that? and my second⦠is, do you want to smoke?ā here come the giggles, yet a-fucking-gain, ā oh, i packed this bowl for two, and iām gonna wanna smoke it with yoooou.ā she sang that last part, gesturing to her fanny pack.
Sophia liked to work on the beach. The sun, sea and sand was a great source of inspiration for her. Reclined on a lounge chair, her sketchbook in her lap and a martini in her hand, she was in her element. This was her happy place, and while she never would have thought sheād wind up on a reality show, it was a way to get her name out there, trade the bitter Canadian winter for resplendent sunlight, and meet beautiful women. If there was a downside, Sophia really couldnāt see one.
She put down her sketchbook in order to take in the view of the ocean and give her martini the attention it deserved, when she saw the highly amusing sight of an apparently intoxicated woman bumbling around topless. She laughed to herself, downed the rest of her drink and walked over to see if the girl needed any help.
When she approached the girl, whom she recognized as Aurora, she spotted all the tell-tale signs of a stoned individual. Better to deal with than drunks, at least. Aurora, she realised, was fine. Just high and having fun.
āOh, dear,ā she chuckled. āSomeone is enjoying themselves. I havenāt smoked weed since college, but whatever, letās go for it, letās just get you covered up first before you flash the entire West Indies. Unless, of course, that was your intention.ā She untied her sarong from around her waist, and began to tie it around the girls chest.