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[mrsfionagoode]

"Well, well, well..."

                       "Look at what the cat dragged in."

[misslanawinters-archive-blog]

Kill Of The Night || &queenbitchgodfrey

 ————— { ✰ }  Lana's hand was wrapped tightly around her third glass of gin and tonic, eyes focusing on a blank spot of the wall, her thoughts clearly occupied by something else. 

                              Her brunette locks were curled and rested on her shoulders, her pretty face painted delicately with neat makeup — but not a smile. By looking at the writer, it seemed as though a smile would have been too much to ask. 

It had been no more than a mere few months since her escape from Briarcliff and those few months had been the busiest yet. She'd been writing a book, was still writing a book and had managed to get the bastard asylum closed down. But she still felt a little raw about it.                                                 

                          She felt the weakest had ever felt. 

Her visit to the bar had been simply to give her mind a rest and take her thoughts away from those that still haunted her. The admittance into Briarcliff, escaping with Doctor Thredson, becoming abducted by the same doctor who happened to be a serial killer and then raped by the same man only to find that she was pregnant. And then the birth of her son. She couldn't forget the birth of her son. It had all happened so quickly and yet here she was, free but lonely. She had nothing but slight fame. It was sickening, really. 

                          "Hit me up with somethin' a little stronger." 

She told the bartender, eyes flickering to look up towards the male behind the bar. And as he obliged, she smiled, leaving the correct mony on the wooden surface for him to take. Her plan was to get as drunk as she possibly could and perhaps even make a few mistakes. She'd had no fun since stepping outside of Braircliff manor and so, now was that time. She deserved it, did she not? 

                          All she needed now was some form of entertainment that could shift these god damn thoughts away.  { ✰ } ————— 

[misslanawinters-archive-blog]

You belong to me.

"Don’t kid yourself." 

                         ”What we had was a bit of fun. You don’t own me.”

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"I like my odds."

                                      Touch- Lips

   Lana’s eyes focused on the female in front of her, eyes burning with a mixture of lust and desire. Words didn’t need to be expressed, not right now. Not when she was feeling like this. 

Being the one to make the bold move, the brunette leaned forward, lips brushing gently against Olivia’s, eyes closing immediately upon initiating the soft touch. And slowly, her arms came to wrap around the other female’s neck, fingers stroking at her neck.”

                                       ”-Mmmm.”