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❝I’ll tell you what,❞ he’s already put on his infamous shit eating grin, as he looks up at the night sky, and then back upon his potential customer, ❝Those stars would look a whole lot better while smoking on some Lemon Treez. I got some in my car, I’ll even give you a deal.❞
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30 minutes into the night and elodie realizes she’s all on her own. her friends have disappeared into the crowd, nowhere to be found in the sea of sweaty bodies, moving to some sort of rave beat. unimpressed, she pushes through the crowd, only to get pushed back, herself. this town is too small for such a traffic on the dance floor. she’s making her way to the bar when a stranger bumps into her from behind. she feels the liquid on her clothes, her hair, and it’s so unexpected that she can’t help but gasp. now, smelling like beer, she doesn’t even bother looking at the stranger. a hand is ready to shove him away, but he never gets that close because before you know it, she’s on her very way towards the exit, hands raised slightly, pushing whoever’s in her way. she manages it down the stairs and out of the club, where she’s greeted by some heavy retching. “oh, gosh.” she whines under her breath, an exaggerated disgust painting her face as she makes her way around the corner, away from all the screeching, all the puking. there, she finally leans against a wall, arms wrapping around her upper body, to keep herself safe from whatever bullshit is yet to come. it’s not until after seconds of almost sobbing and muttering words of regret that she notices a pair of eyes on her. gosh. she’s slightly upset, soaking wet and reeks of liquor–– she really doesn’t want to be seen like this. “ugh, could you not? please, i need a moment.”
Raves aren’t really his thing per say, as EDM isn’t his choice of music. Carter much prefers the acoustic string of a guitar, the beats of a drum, and the sound of a mediocre voice. But what Carter doesn’t mind is the half naked girls plastered with alcohol and body paint and the potential he has to make a few bucks. He finished making a sell just in time to catch a front row seat of the random’s vomiting. He tries to hide his disgust, he really does, but it’s a shit job. “Fuck,” Carter gasps, “Yo, you need some water or something?”
last night my mom was like “you know what? you should go to law school, you’d be a great lawyer” and all i can picture is lawyer-me making fart noises with my mouth every time the opposing lawyer tries to talk
( miles heizer + cis male + he/him ) / who’s that rustling through the trees? oh, it’s just you, CARTER DYLAN. i happen to know that you’re a NINETEEN year old GAS STATION ATTENDANT/DRUG DEALER at the FLYING DUTCHMAN. while you’re from PORT ANGELES, you’re currently living in the NORTH CRESCENT NEIGHBORHOOD. i think that you’re PERSONABLE& THOUGHTFUL but my mama says you’re IMPULSIVE & AGGRESSIVE. is that HOSPITAL BEDS by COLD WAR KIDS currently playing on your spotify? well, turn it down please, you’re disrupting the peace.