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the room had quickly been overcome with the scent of marijuana and wine (red, being her choice). and with cecilia breaking down, what seemed to be, the fifth blunt of the evening, she cleared her throat. “relax, kid - i see the way you look at mr. davis and i totally don’t blame you.” she teased, lightly. “he’s definitely got that weird, serial killer vibe but like… i’d definitely let him go down on me before he killed me.” giggling loudly, her intoxicated state wouldn’t let her keep her mouth shut. though, that was hard to begin with anyways.











