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[ ↬ ft. rcsemarys ]

HER  BREATH  HITCHES as  the  girl  speaks  ,  eyes  w i d e  and  not  daring  to  wander  at  this  point  .  Can  she  tell  that  she’s  nervous  ?  Fumbling  s l i g h t l y  with  her  hands  (  a  nervous  habit  )   ,  Rosie  opens  her  mouth  ��  only  to  momentarily  be  at  a  loss  for  words  ,  ❝  I  can  get  you  some  …  some  more  spirits  I  mean  —  american  spirits  ,  ❞  she  nods  —  a  smile  spreading  as  she  has  realized  what  she  has  done  .

— lost in the frustration of her own circumstance, hennessey had yet to register rosemary’s presence until she heard the girl speak. creases around her eyes softening from irritation to tenderness, she caught a slight nervousness in rosemary’s intonation as her words floated through hennessey’s mind. lips parting with suggestion, her brow raised slightly as she let out a light laugh before she spoke. ❝ babe, you know you definitely don’t need to do that. i’m totally just being an idiot. ❞ toying playfully with the cigarette resting between her fingers, the girl let herself scan the frame of her companion before locking in on rosemary’s eyes once again. “you’re an angel for offering, but sending someone as wholesome as you out to go find me cigarettes is too fucked up. even for me. but maybe the two of us can make an adventure out of it?”

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[ ↬ ft. dcrothy ]

    “tragic,” dolly’s response is muttered half-heartedly as she examines her manicured fingers, brows knitting together when she notices a chip in the polish. she’s eavesdropping, of course, which is nothing if not a classic dorothy move. she looks up from her spot leaned against the wall, a cigarette of her own dangling precariously from glossed lips. “guess you gotta decide what’s more important. convenience or your beloved american spirits? tough call.” shoulders lift in a little shrug. it’s not any of dolly’s business to begin with but she finds herself chiming in. “if i were you, i’d just make someone else buy ‘em for me. that IS what i do, anyway.”

— ❝ isn’t it just? ❞ the musician offered sarcastically, letting the taste of her cigarette wash over her palette on her next inhale. glancing to her right, hennessey took in the form of the girl who now spoke, eyes fixed on her lips as they moved. christ. just fucking kill me. something about pretty girls and glossy lips made her want to throw herself into the nearest body of water in the best way. shaking herself back into reality, she tapped her now empty pack of cigarettes against the leg of her jeans with a sort of self-comforting rhythm. lifting her eyes to the girls, hennessey smirked before she spoke, emboldened solely by the confidence of the stranger in front of her. “i mean, that is the goal, but no luck so far. you up for a field trip?” 

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[ ↬ ft. ohtrcy ]

“that is fucking shit. god.” the mere thought of being close to being out of marlboro reds causes troy mild distress for a couple of seconds. the way hennessey draws her last smoke from the packet causes the mechanic to screw his nose in empathy and he’s fiddling with his own packet against his leg. “please tell me there’s a bloody good reason as to why you haven’t gone to another store to get another pack. having to ration is horrible.” the lad comments, flicking the end of his own burning smoke and bringing it to his lips.

— a laugh echoed from hennessey as she found herself met with troy’s understanding. ❝ thank you !! i knew someone could empathize. ❞ she smiled, taking a quick drag before replying to his inquisition, “the saddest part is, there is no good reason. unless you’re accepting a general lack of motivation for life in general as one.” ash wafting from her lit cigarette to the cement, she ran an unoccupied hand through her hair, making a mental note to scope out the nearest cvs tomorrow. “i feel like i’m in the fucking prohibition era over here” she joked, raising her hand up to her lips once more. 

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[ ↬ ft. whyctt ]

“Then find a different store.” It seems quite a simple solution to Wyatt, but then again, perhaps there’s a reason for her preference to that one in particular. He’s had a long day, and the cigarettes in his pocket are a way to wind down, at least for him. “Mind if I join you?” He asks it even as he takes them out of his coat and places one between his lips. Wyatt’s lighter flickers a bit when he tries to get the cherry going, stubborn and dying, but he manages eventually. Well, I’m going to anyway. For some reason, the chilly air makes him feel more alert, more awake, and he’s reluctant to go inside for more than one reason. Taking a slow drag, Wyatt focuses his attention on the other person, dark eyes flitting to her face. “Bad habits…”

— hennessey felt her eyes roll instinctively as she took in the new face that made itself known to her. ❝ see, you make a good point. but unfortunately my laziness precedes my nicotine habit. and many other things, so it seems. ❞ taking a drag, her head nodded quickly with understanding as the stranger positioned himself beside her and pulled out a smoke of his own. she wasn’t one to reject company, especially when it came from someone who seemed fairly likeminded. “bad habits are the best ones to have in my opinion. takes the edge off...” her hand motioning apathetically to the now-darkening scenery that surrounded them as she continued, “all of this.” not one to get particularly introspective, hennessey quickly shifted subjects, turning her body to face the man beside her. “i only smoke light blues. what’s your poison?” she asked, gesturing to the now lit cigarette in his hand.

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[ ↬ ft. hqsooyoung ]

sooyoung tilted her head, pursing her lips at the pet name. sooyoung took the drink, taking a sip and turning her attention to the woman. “must’ve had a rough night.” she sighed a little, when was the last time sooyoung went out? probably, months. the question distracted sooyoung from her mind, “well, i live at mulberry apartments so, maybe there? or through social media? i’m a fashion designer so i get many people who i look familiar to.” sooyoung looks at her watch and then back to her table frantically.

— mulling over her features intently, hennessey waited for her still-clouded brain to catch up to the speed with which the girl spoke. finally, after what felt like an eternity of mental searching, it clicked. ❝ oh! fuck, yeah that’s definitely where i’ve seen you. i’m a fashion designer too, suuuper renowned. ❞ she responded sarcastically, a dry humour tinging her voice. hennessey never fully understood the whole allure of the fashion world; it was probably the only topic she had expressed full disinterest in since she’d left her hometown. her reply offered equal parts gentle mockery and playfulness as she continued. “totally fucking with you. i live in mulberry too. apartment 206 if you wanna come by some time.” with a wink, she caught the clear distress on her new acquaintance’s face. “you look like you’re needing to get on with it... whatever it is, so don’t let me hold you up any longer.” turning back towards the bar, she grabbed the second drink that had since been called before offering her attention back up to the girl. “although, if you do need my assistance, given my previously mentioned expertise, i’ll probably be here for a minute. i’m hennessey, by the way.”

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OK I MADE A DISCORD WTF im uglythot #3367 i literally DONT KNOW HOW TO USE THIS THNG ?????

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[ ↬ ft. hqsooyoung ]

it was early morning as sooyoung headed out to the usual cafe. sooyoung needed something strong today so she ordered a black americano. she scouted out a table and sat down, opening her laptop along with spreading papers on the table. she had several emails to answer regarding fashion week, collaborations, and new trends. she wrote on a few papers and flipped through some packets. you could say she was entirely focused on work. a little later, sooyoung perked at the call of her drink. she stood up, walking over to take the drink and noticed someone else grab it. today was not the day, “excuse me, this is my drink.” sooyoung looked at the female and looked her over. the girl was unfamiliar to sooyoung.

— caught entirely off guard, hennessey’s attention diverted to an unfamiliar yet assertive voice. her hand revoked its guard over the coffee she’d assumed was hers. jesus, am i that out of it? her mind stumbling over itself, she attempted to compose herself before regarding the woman standing to her side. ❝ ah, shit. my bad babe. ❞ her teeth caught her lip with a slight focus before she continued. “still fucked up from last night, clearly.” she stated plainly, running a hand through her questionably clean hair. the girls features drew hennessey’s attention. she was unnervingly attractive, but something about her offered hennessey less than nothing to go off of. “hey - do i know you from somewhere?” she offered, trying to start conversation.

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[ ↬ ft. smith-benjii ]

“Dude.” Benji rolled his eyes. He never understood people who had the whole mentality of every cigarette tasting different. Or maybe it was his blown taste buds and pure lack of giving a shit. “I’m pretty sure they’re not going anywhere. Besides, can’t you just walk to y’know the other corner store?” He said with a quick laugh. CVS, 7-Eleven, and other various stores littered Baltimore. He flicked his own lighter against his hand just for a quick sensation.

— hennessey let out a small laugh, allowing her well-earned patronizing. ❝ i mean, i definitely could, but i don’t want to. ❞ her eyes dropped to the gently burning cigarette in her hand, ashing it softly into the tray on the table. “i’m doing my own mental gymnastics here trying to pretend i don’t have a problem. can’t a girl bitch in peace?” the levity in her tone offered a sincerity that was commonplace when she knew she was being an idiot.

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[ ↬ ft. guyjung ]

“oh, that sounds rough,” his expression melds into one of sympathy, even as his eyes follow the path of the cigarette to her mouth with an almost lustful hunger. “i had to quit a little while ago,” but god does he still crave it. his fingers itch right now to be rolling one – rollies were always the cheapest way to get his fix, and he preferred the taste anyway. “have you tried a different store? i could check where i work if you want? we’re usually stocked up!”

— eyes flickering with sudden endearment, hennessey registered the voice coming from her left as she was met with a welcome appearance from guy. ❝ tell me about it, dude. ❞ she half groaned, her eyes meeting with his. she raised an eyebrow, taking in the confession of his resignation from smoking, resonating with only slight surprise given what she knew about guy’s character. as she took a drag, she identified with his body language and couldn’t help but offer up what cigarette she had left to him with a slight suggestion of her wrist. “i hate to sound like that asshole given that you quit or whatever, but, you wanna hit this?” her hand extended out toward the boy. “and, that would be an absolute life saver. i know i’m totally just being a little bitch when theres probably a dozen stores within a thirty mile radius that have them in stock, but something about having a local spot makes me feel like less of an addict, y’know?” she offered herself a cheap smile at the thought, knowing full well how pathetic it sounded.

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what would your tinder bio say

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❝ Local Gay with Least Amount of Shit Together Now Reading Tarot Cards if You’re Interested

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You are participating in the largest hide-and-go-seek competition ever and have 24 hours to hide. Where do you hide?

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❝ probably a trap lord’s basement. y’all wouldn’t be able to locate my ass if you tried. 

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what's most important to you in your life?

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❝ i guess i should answer this in a semi-wholesome way, hey?. so… music. definitely music. and my band. i honestly have no fucking clue who or what i’d be without either of those things. @clsens, @jedsilva & @thcosawycr stay being the og squad.

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[ ft. @hqsooyoung​ ] 

sauntering lazily into the cafe a mere block from mulberry, hennessey’s hangover masked itself behind ample amounts of concealer and her reading glasses - a trademark of her style brought out only on the most unforgiving of her mornings after. anyone privy to her antics for more than five minutes knew the look all too well, but to the outside world she somehow appeared decently put together. head still buzzing, her memorized coffee order mindlessly dripped off her lips to the barista, still tasting of the previous nights poor choices. tequila, it’s always fucking tequila, she scolded herself internally as she tapped her card, flashing a gentle smile at the cashier. before positioning herself comfortably at the end of the bar, her brown eyes scanned the room with a haze that lacked the typical intensity of her sobriety. her focus transfixed on a face she hadn’t seen before. or, had she? fuck, i’m definitely still wasted. a collage of loose leaf papers scattered across a table that threatened too small for its contents, being poured over intensely by a feminine face she couldn’t quite place. — ❝ large black americano ? ❞  a voice rang out, saving herself from her thoughts before she could lose herself any further into them. 

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what is the strangest situation you've gotten yourself into?

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❝ once i ended up at a gay sex club in manhattan and i ran into one of my old guidance counsellors from high school. like, from mississippi. that was a head fuck. i straight up thought i was tripping out on bad drugs. but no, it was her. safe to say i cut as fast as i fucking could before it got any weirder. shoutout miss c, i see you sis !!

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have you made any decisions recently that you really regret?

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❝ i made out with some girl at a denny’s like, last week. i think. i don’t remember but i woke up with syrup in my hair and a shit ton of group messages with video evidence. definitely not one of my best moments.

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what’s a deal breaker for you?

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❝ uh…i’d probably have to say… “straight” girls? like the ones that want to use you as an experiment to fulfill their spring break fantasy or whatever? that’s a recipe for fucking disaster. i’ve done that one too many times and i can tell you it ain’t worth the stress. also ignorance. can’t get down with that either.