↷ ☆ ✉️ [ @dead-blondie: ] a sleep deprived tatum has arrived to attempt to hitch a joint, and she has decided not to let up until she gets one. ( be nice, she's not herself when she hasn't got her beauty sleep )
❛❛ no fucking way. ❜❜ her barging in and her request hadn't exactly been the most polite... but when did he really start giving a shit about manners? street pharmacists don't exactly get that privilege even if he did care —— and she didn't even wanna pay him ! ( granted, he doesn't exactly sell individual joints ) but she didn't want a baggie... so where was the harm in reaching into his personal stash and handing one over? there wasn't. they were both just being difficult.
the filter of an unlit cigarette clung to the moisture and chapped skin of his lips, hanging on for dear life as he continued. ❛❛ not when you're acting like a total fuckin' brat. ❜❜ it wasn't the first word that came to his mind... but it was the one that was ultimately chosen. a hand moved to cup the end of the stick —— while the other began flicking at his lighter. flick flick flick ! it was finally lit on the third try. ❛❛ ever hear of the word please? especially when i'm not even getting anything out of it? ❜❜