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Comfortable shoes are kind of a must have in this city, ya know? Why are your feet hurting?

I don’t recall my feet ever hurting this much.

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Oh yeah because I definitely haven't gotten crackwhore before. Atleast I still have a job, my dear Harry. You know, since we're the only ones apparently left in this godforsaken city, why don't we go get some of this beloved coffee of yours. And don't worry, I won't tell anyone that you're going to pour some whiskey in it. I know you. Plus, who is around to tell? 

So I'm a bit hungover right now

You can’t play those kind of jokes on me before I have my morning coffee, Ginge. Plus, if I’m the town drunk than you’re definitely the crackwhore.

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No you didn't really. I just like fucking with the town drunk sometimes. Plus, if you actually had, I'm sure you would have woken up in the town jail and been some beefy guy's girlfriend by now.

So I'm a bit hungover right now

Wait are you being serious…..Did I…Did I really? 

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They're all avoiding you. Something about you streaking naked last night after getting piss drunk on rubbing alcohol and mouthwash.

So I'm a bit hungover right now

but it seems like everyone is either gone or just avoid me to the extremes right now? 

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I honestly hope that this isn't the start of a zombie apocalypse because I'm not ready to die yet.

Did the people kill each other and now I´m like Cillian Murphy in 28 days?

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You can get some of the absolute best weed there. If you want to pitch in, I'll totally find us a way there.

I wish someone would take me to Coachella.

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Sounds like you're speaking from experience, Nixxy. 

Usually is, doesn’t mean that people are always able to abide by that rule.

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Isn't that the golden rule of shit stirring though? Don't bite off more than you can chew. 

Well it’s not a quick process, that’s for sure. I wouldn’t recommend stirring shit up, you get more than you bargained for when you do.

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Maybe I need to stir some shit up. It's too bad your bar still isn't opened up yet. 

It’s been quieter than usual.

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Well, how is good ol' DC doing these days? 

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While his touch, a soft almost intimate ghosting along her jawline, caught her off-guard, Ginger didn't give him the satisfaction of her reaction. She simply opened her eyes and look at him through the haze of the smoke that he just moments before left her lungs and began to dissipate. She had assumed that he would wait for her to lose parts of her senses before he took what she had come here to give him, but it was obvious she was already fucked up enough for that. Her eyes red and glassy, lids low. Even her movements were slowed, which took a lot of substance to do.

She was just about to pull out the several baggies and pill bottles of her assortment when he took her purse from her. She almost protested. Almost. But it wasn't entirely worth it. He was a stubborn man who took what he wanted and didn't follow other's directions. If anything, they would end up in either an argument or a scuffle in the kitchen, so she simply leaned forward and swiped the blunt from between his lips. "If you're going to take my purse, I get to take your blunt."

With a smile, she watched him, the statement about her tampons making her laugh for not really any reason at all. She was on cloud nine at the moment, the heroin she had taken this morning still lingering along with the two 80's of oxy and now the blunt. She was on the verge of a blackout, she could tell, and she wasn't sure if it was welcome or not. Did she want to remember sex with this man? Did she want to wake up in the morning and know why her body felt spent and by whom she had spent it on instead of just blindly guessing? She was honestly past the point of caring. "I'm just going to let you know that I already popped a few pills while you were talking to your cat in there." She nodded towards the bedroom. "So take whatever you want. I suggest  ecstasy. It's the little blue pills in the brown bottle. They have lips imprinted into them."

Creature Comforts | Ginger + Tristan

Tristan watched as the woman took the blunt without any hesitation. That only made his smile even wider. She hadn’t faltered  not once. Tristan appreciated that in a woman. Confidence was something of lot of them sorely lacked. And not that sass that many he had encountered held in spades and confused with confidence but genuine confidence. A woman comfortable with herself and her lot in life. That didn’t have a chip on her shoulder. That didn’t have something to prove. Tristan placed his hands on the counter top and pushed himself up so he could sit on the marble surface.

When the Girl decided to close her eyes in some attempt to more thoroughly enjoy the hit that was undoubtedly burning her lungs from the inside out, Tristan slipped down from counter top and took a step closer. His hand reached out to touch her. Just a quick graze from her ear, down her cheek and jawline till his fingers were at her neck. At her throat. He could almost see the pulse from carotid arteries. It would be so easy for Tristan to just take what he wanted. But he stopped himself. Not yet. Not quite yet. There was plenty of time for that. The night was still a fairly early one. Besides, while taking was fun and all having it offered to him was so much more satisfying. Tristan returned to his original place on top of the marble counter.

Tristan took the offered blunt and pressed it between his lips. But he didn’t draw the smoke, no. It simply rested there. There was something else on his mind. “How fucked up? Darling, I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but we’re already fucked. Might as well enjoy it a little more.” Tristan reached over and snatched the bag from it’s perch on top of the counter. Undoubtedly, the Girl wouldn’t be happy with the sudden intrusion of privacy. Tristan didn’t give a fuck either way. He twisted his torso so that it provided a barrier between the Girl and what he was doing, which was pour the contents out on the smooth, cold surface. “Don’t worry, I’m not after your Maybelline or your tampons.” he told her as he shifted the bulk of items out of the way. “Just wanna see a few of your samples is all.”

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Best customer? Wow, someone has a huge ego. Please, stop kidding yourself. The only thing you're good at is overdosing. 

You`d do that to your best customer just because I piss you off? No wonder you don`t get much business. I could find better dealers with less sensitivity issues and a much stabler mind.

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Listen, are you going to buy anything or are you just trying to piss me off so much that I start raising prices on your bitch ass? 

You should really get a new hobby. I`m never going to feel the same way about you, Ginger.

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You caught me. I've been sitting in my room for weeks just killing myself over thinking of a new nickname for you. 

Whorehen. Wow. I bet you`ve been working on that for months. Take your cracker jack box insults somewhere else. You`re lucky I just have them take you away to where you belong.

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Oh man, that insult really hurt me. How am I ever going to recover. You got me good this time, whorehen.

And Ginger Lemond wreaks havoc again. Way to go, fuck up.

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If anyone is wondering why the market on 16th is closed down, there was a dumbass in front of me who decided to pull a poorly humored joke on the management.