#starlit:start

[dylanmoss]

It was a hot day. So hot in fact that despite having his legs dipped into the pool the blond still felt like his blood was boiling, like a Sebastian in a pot meeting his demise from the hands of the hungry French chef. “Jaysus Christ,” The dragged out the words dramatically, ashing the joint that was once dangling from his lips onto the hot concrete, glancing up when a shadow was cast over him, “I’ll pay you six bucks to go find a bucket and just fully drench me, I’m two seconds away from dying of heat stroke.”

[abba-dovche]

Open;

Abba was needing a change like always, so she had been spending her day sageing her room and cleaning the actual mess with the bad juju that she needed to clean from her life. It was mid day so the sun was high up and beating down onto the motel which caused her to open all the windows and doors in hopes of getting some type of breeze moving through the room.

She sat in the middle of the floor, with her legs criss crossed and her hair pulled up into a messy bun trying to organise all of her things while blasting music until the heat became too much for her to handle. Aggravated, she switched the volume all the way down and fell backwards onto the floor hoping to melt away, or at least that's how she felt. Like she was melting. "Maybe I should just hide out at the cafe and accept the free air conditioning.."

[celestialinked]

    “hi, um, weird question !!” elsie laughed nervously as she approached the other. “do you know where a gal can get her hands on the supplies to fix some drywall...?? and... do you know how to use them ??”

[abba-dovche]

It had been a long day for Abba. She had just finished her shift from the strip club as she sat on the washing machine, counting her cash as she waited for her load of laundry to finish its cycle. It wasn't the most glamorous of jobs, but it paid the bills and she some what enjoyed the atmosphere. She wasn't the type that would last as a normal 8-5 or even at a fast food chain. Half had to do with her mouth, the other with her attitude. She was in her own little world until she heard the bells above the door jingle alerting her someone else had came in to do their laundry. "Hey.." she mumbled, passing over a bag of chips she had bought from the vending machine. "Fancy meeting you here again.."

[abba-dovche]

It had been 3 months since she moved to Vegas and began actually living her life for once even if it was an alternative to what most girls dream about. Abba was walking across the asphalt of the Starlit parking lot, the sun was beating down which made the oil spots look like water puddles that danced rainbows across the ground as she made her way to the pool when she noticed an unfamiliar face sitting pool side. Stealing a few glances, the petite female moved to sit over the pools edge before taking a small bag filled with what looked like small pieces of paper and a joint from her cleavage. "You don't mind do you hun?" She finally looked up to see her properly for the first time. "I share if you want to dab.."

[abba-dovche]

Drinking Pals,

Making her way to the nearby bar from the Starlit motel, Abbadon walked into the smell of alcohol and cigarettes as music played and the patrons voices of amusement and sadness mixed well together like any old bar. It wasn't anything special by its looks but like the Starlit, it was more the people inside it that made it what it is.

Leading her way across the bar to one of the corner tables tucked away, Abba took her black leather coat off and placed it on the nearby chair before speaking to one of the tables inhabitants "Hey, Cliff" the petite girl spoke softly but confidently as she pulled her packet of fags out from her pocket before taking her seat. "Don't complain, I know I'm late.. so what did I miss?"

[abba-dovche]

@ginhallo

Abbadon laughed until tears were forming at the corners of her large hues. The music was playing loud and drinks flowing freely while she got dressed for her night out on the vegas strip with her new bestie. She barely stood 5'2 as she walked around the room with a cigarette between two fingers and only in her bra and matching black shorts. "So which dress should I wear tonight Ginny?" She spoke while pointing at the two dresses. One being a little black dress and the other being a more classic red dress. "Personally, I am feeling black.." she added on before bringing the slender cigarette up to her plump brims for a long pull off it.