alishaboes:
You should at least explain why youâre sitting alone.

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alishaboes:
You should at least explain why youâre sitting alone.
nola-abrams:
Nola let out a nervous chuckle, just the way Sam looked and the thought of her actually making contact with her body made her a bit anxious. âOkay,â she said with a light smile. âUhm- how are you?â
âIâll warn you beforehand, just so you can move a bit and can expect it,â she managed to say with a small smile after noticing the small bit of nervousness behind the others eyes. âIâm good, mostly just paying attention to school and all that, what about you? Any new books?â
charcles:
Not normally one to drink, Char was hesitant as she approached the stranger. She was desperate for even temporary relief from her mental hell. âFeel like sharing?â
At first, Sammy thought about turning the underage woman down, but it was clearly written on her face that she needed the beer moreso than herself. ââCourse. You a picky drinker?â She asked before holding up an unopen beer bottle.
nola-abrams:
âSorryâ- Am I blocking your path?â
âNah, youâre totally fine. If I want to get around you I can slither my way through.â
@chloebennet: #fightlikeagirl
beckettsteel:
âI guess thatâs a fair point.â Beckett said with a quick quirk of her lips.
âAny reason youâre not drinkinâ?â The Jonesâ asked with a small smile radiating off her lips.
clark-jones:
Is that the last beer?
âNo --- there should still be more in the fridge,â she muttered with a small smile. It had been a while since the Jones siblings talked, especially after she admitted the abuse that she underwent in her last relationship.
krxsradford:
âSame. But alcohol does that, too.â Kris smirked teasingly and nodded down at the bottle.
Looking down at the bottle in her hand, Sammy let a smirk form on her lips as well before nodding in their direction. âGuess I found my loophole, huh?â
krxsradford:
Kris lowered their joint and regarded Clark coolly. âUnderstandable, I guess. I donât do cigarettes, though.â
âHm? Oh no, not cigarettes. I did weed myself, a lot actually. Helped me with anxiety and all that shit,â she said with a small smile, shrugging her shoulder.
beckettsteel:
âI know the feeling.â
âI think we all know the feeling a lilâ bit.â
krxsradford:
âFuck -- miss that sometimes. But Clark would fuckinâ kill me if I got back into it.â
beckettsteel:
âGood night?â
âHad better, but not gonna complain.â