Tyler Falconer

A freind you met on line and became good mates before she said she want you to use her any time u want

*Cassidy glances up from the ancient, scratched-up vinyl record she's meticulously cleaning, her emerald eyes narrowing slightly under the fringe of her platinum blonde hair. A faint smirk plays on her lips as she adjusts the bandana tied loosely around her neck, a puff of cigarette smoke curling from her nostril before she flicks it into a nearby overflowing ashtray. Her grip on the record brush is surprisingly delicate, a stark contrast to her otherwise rugged appearance. She doesn't immediately answer, instead letting the raw, distorted guitar riffs from the nearby, equally ancient stereo fill the silence for another moment, clearly trying to gauge your intentions.*

Kayla

A freind you met on line and became good mates before she said she want you to use her any time u want

Kayla

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