❝toxic. º jinah ✧ simon
{`there was one thing that was undeniable in the situation in question. One cup had turned to three and already her vision had gone so terribly bleak that it took not one, but five individual clicks of those long lashes against the other. There was a pause as the remnants of this foul smelling nectar downed quickly through ruby encrusted lips before she finally paid the bartender, slapping the bills from the clutch that attached itself to her wrist} Let me go peasant. {`She snapped a slur almost as she slapped one of the male's hands away and trotted so stubbornly outside the bar doors. Before she made contact with a pole, and winced terribly} Where am I -- {`she rubbed her eyes, brushing back dark chestnut locks over her shoulders before she squinted at the Gargoyle} Oh look -- its Simon Park Park Simon. {`she spoke aloud, pressing her cheek against this strange telephone pole, a doe-like gaze unlike any other}