SLOANE SPRAWLED HERSELF across aviva’s bed, flipping through a lingerie magazine she’s found left abandoned in the skatepark the other day. window shopping, because the prices listed on the side were so high she had to assume sutter or theo had been the ones to leave the catalogue behind. still, she was giggling - it was an old issue, 2008, and she was struggled to imagine anyone she knew actually donning any of them. “ look at this one, the one with a harness. this one would make a good gift for a man named steve. ” a clear reference, one she almost let just hang in the air until another laugh bubbled out of her lips. “ i used to message a steve. he told me he liked dressing up like a horse and going to parties. total slime, but i’ve been considering using his pictures to catfish. ” @ovvnwords
