#c: dani1

[raine-morgan]

sheabutter-baybe​:

Dani was indeed, a party girl, club going up on a Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday girl, shutting them all down by Friday and Saturday, but recovering Sunday and Monday to prep for all the fundays, so no surprise she was here, dancing, singing privately and doing karaoke. She had no friends here, her twin had yet to make their decision, and her pups were with sitters constantly when she wasn’t around, so she could make some time for fun. She wasn’t really fond of the music selection at Lyons, though there were worse, and better places, but here, it was a good place to start the night out, cheap shots of jack (not that it mattered) and short lines for entry made it her stop A, but she’d been here for an hour, and that was enough time for her to feel her alcohol jacket come on, and heat start to creep on to her forehead. It was about time for her to hop to the next bar, and with that she mad her way to close out her tab, opening her mouth to catch the bartender, but instead of her voice coming out, she heard someone else’s. Dani  pulled out a small box of matches, frowning blatantly at the offer. “Uh no, but thanks, I don’t know you or what that’s laced with. And they’re just matches, they’re the cheap kind. I won’t hunt you down if you keep ‘em ”

Raine studied the matches. “Yeah, that’s the weirdest shit. Why are ye keeping matches?” they asked, their way of slowly moving over the subject of the joint being laced, which their mind fell upon soon, watching the other with narrowed eyes as they lit the joint. They broke three before they managed to light it. “Ye know, would be kind of dumb if I laced something I intent to smoke myself, but fine, gotta look out for yerself, eh.” They held out a hand then. “Name’s Raine, they/them pronouns.” They took a first hit, swallowing the smoke, vibing with it.