#yesenia.

[butchedshauna]

[smckehour]

open to: anyone.

"how many times am i going to have to tell you no before you start believing me? i'm not a spy." or maybe just someone who's good enough at selling that she isn't, anyhow. "how's my arm looking? think i'll need stitches?"

[smckehour]

the one person that could save her from making empitless conversation is perched at the bar, nose deep in his phone. luckily, yesenia's barren hands make way for an easy escape, using it as an excuse to stride away from their friends and order herself a drink. "aht — we're not doing this tonight." a hand lays flat against oz's phone screen, blocking the view. "now why would you leave me over there by myself? i haven't spoke to kristen in months and she just keeps going on and on about how she and her husband have the best lawn in the neighborhood. please." / @jawbrkrs.

[exspiritment]

@d1c4af// nia said: “Don’t ever do anything for nothing.” 

"I don't plan on it."

Spirit doesn't sell at Nia's club. It's too obvious, and she isn't well-liked enough to get away with doing it. But she enjoys watching the girls, marveling at what they're capable of — and it's an easy public place to meet Cal, whom Spirit assumes Nia prefers to watch closely.

Surprising nobody, Cal is running late.

"You think our bodies are like currency. Don't you? But I don't want money for this, for anything other than what I do. I don't know if I could stand it without going crazy."

[peculiar-name]

DUDE. When people call me by my full name, I shit bricks.

Aside from co-workers, NO ONE CALLS ME BY MY NAME.