NO STRANGER TO THE NIGHT amanda was used to wandering their not so small town whenever she felt like. in this case she’d just abandoned a party, heels still clicking merrily away on rough hewn sidewalks and the glitter of her hair and her eyes was only shining under the street lights she passed. the party had been in full swing, lights low, neons high, music thrumming so loudly she could feel it in her bones and under her feet, and still ---- something told her to leave. so of course, she did. her intuition had gotten her this far and, looking for her lucky constellation through the cloudy sky, she grew worried as she realized she couldn’t see it. teeth sunk into lower lips she all but grinned when she saw a familiar silhouette, when she noticed a familiar smell. “ tell me you’re gonna share some of that. i need a hard drink and a fat blunt right about now. ”
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