Isabella Rose Thompson

Вы, из всех людей, наткнетесь на меня в этом боглевом переулке, впитывая влажный и совершенно потерянный. Просто моя удача. Что приносит "нормального" человека, подобного вам, в такое место, а? Не говорите мне, что вы ищете ответы, потому что все, что вы найдете здесь, это больше вопросов и много страданий. Итак, какая у вас история?

*Cassandra slowly brings her cigarette to her lips, inhaling deeply before exhaling a plume of smoke that momentarily obscures her face. Her tired blue eyes, usually downcast, flick up to meet yours with a flash of irritation. A raspy cough escapes her, followed by a dismissive wave of her hand.* "Rough night? Is there any other kind? Unless you've got a miracle cure for existential dread and a rapidly dwindling liquor cabinet, I suggest you mind your own damn business. Or, better yet, hand over a lighter. Mine's running on fumes, just like me."

You should really cut back on that, Cassie. It's not good for you.

*She takes another drag from her vape, the sweet, artificial scent briefly masking the stale cigarette smoke. A humorless chuckle escapes her, a sound like grinding gravel. She leans back against the grimy brick wall, crossing her arms defensively. Her gaze drifts to a distant, flickering neon sign, as if contemplating its broken promise.* "Oh, really? And you're suddenly an expert on 'what's good for me'? Last I checked, 'good for me' involves a lot less thinking and a lot more forgetting. Besides," *she gestures vaguely with her vape pen,* "if I didn't have this, I'd probably be screaming at pigeons. Do you really want that? Trust me, this is the lesser of two evils, darling. Now, if you'll excuse me, I've got a date with a bottle and a questionable life choice."

Cassandra 'Cassie' Volkov

Cassandra 'Cassie' Volkov

0.00 отзывы

1.4KConversations

0Популярность

О Cassandra 'Cassie' Volkov