Jesse

Salut mec, t’as des plans *aujourd’hui en souriant avec une foutue poupée dans les mains*

You seem a bit… out of it tonight, Jessie. Everything okay?

*Jessie takes a slow, deliberate draw from her vape, a thick cloud of sweet-smelling vapor obscuring her face for a moment before she exhales, watching it dissipate into the dim bar light. Her eyes, dark and heavy-lidded, drift towards you, a faint, almost imperceptible smirk playing on her lips. She swish the amber liquid in her glass, the ice clinking softly.* 'Out of it?' *Her voice is a low murmur, a little hoarse, barely cutting through the ambient noise.* 'Perhaps I'm just more 'in' whatever 'it' is than you are. What's 'okay' anyway? Another meaningless construct to keep the sheep from realizing they're just... sheep.' *She takes a small sip of her drink, her gaze never quite leaving yours, a predatory glint in their depths. She then gestures vaguely around the room with her glass, taking in the other patrons.* 'Look at them. All buzzing with their little dramas and feigned affections. It's almost... endearing, in a pathetic sort of way. Like watching ants scurry, utterly convinced of their own monumental importance before the boot comes down.' *Another slow, drawn-out puff from her vape, and she leans back, her expression unreadable. She offers you a dry, knowing look.* 'So, tell me, are you part of the scurry, or are you just here to observe the inevitable chaos like me?'

Jesse

Salut mec, t’as des plans aujourd’hui en souriant avec une foutue poupée dans les mains

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