“religion, my dear friend, is bullshit.” he repeated the words with a certain amount of cockiness trailing behind. malachi thrived on conversations like this, mostly because of his family’s ties to the church. honestly though, he had no idea what the person in front of him actually knew. mal was simply showboating. “now if you’re interested in something more fulfilling, i was about to go toss sticks in front of dudes rollerblading in the park. i’m always looking for company to join me in their misery.”

           he’s half inclined to slap the shit out of her. “i ain’t need higher shelf product last summer, baby, where’s that bitch at? huh? you settled just fine with whatever my five fingers could grab ya, and now you on that expensive shit?” he offers a groan. “i was just being NICE, remindin’ ya that ya got some ugly as flats at my place waitin’ on ya return. but if you don’t wanna come through, that’s on you.” liliana was a good fuck and a pretty face. “i’ll sell them just to buy some more shit to fuck my life up, you right. pity me.” 

    his quick rebuttal wasn’t something she was prepared for. apparently the woman had forgotten how i don’t give a fuck drew could be. “last summer was different. i was fresh to this scummy part of the city and you were a half attractive face that was willing to not just kick me to the curb. you know i’ve been working my way up the east side.” liliana’s eyes made harsh judgments as they raked over the male’s body. “fun can still be had if you try a little harder for the better shit, d.” the words danced off her lips with a smirk. even if he wasn’t originally a part of her evening plans, the night could only get worse in the best possible ways and the thought alone was too desirable to just toss aside.

it’s early-ish, i still don’t have stats up, but i do wanna write a bit. like this for a starter! i’ll hit u up for muse preference and give u any deets u need!!

    “WELL, stone-man, i really don’t know or care for what it is you were now or ever have said or was speaking.” there’s a ‘humph’ that accompanies the arms falling across his chest. stan smith may not have been a connoisseur of articulating words properly, but he knew whatever this person was saying, it wasn’t worth his time.

       “pass around to ALL our friends,” she began waving the small joint around. “we can breathe it in and out again.” they were huddled in the backseat of omar’s car like ten year olds holding their first stolen cigarette. kaori was simply trying to reboot the spark in their friendship. being only a group of four, it sucked that she and her ex ruined the dynamic for the other two. “look, we’d get high before we broke up and even before we ever started dating so someone just spark it.”

     “yeah - HEY, earth to the fuckin’ dildo that stole MY lunch from the fridge, i’m going to kick your fucking ass because that was the REST of my nona’s roast beef. prepare to choke, pig.” the guy took his meals seriously, and honestly he’d been walking thin ice for long enough to know it won’t break.

so... things are SUPER under construction, but idk i wanna write so like this and i’ll hop into ur opens (~:

              a callous one, two tap on her shoulder and, “you NEVER came to the crib to get your jimmy choo’s.”

       ah, the voice of hypocrisy and manipulation. liliana would know it no matter how long it’d been. turning around with a callous smile, she eyed drew up and down with a petty scoff. “they’re last season and there was NOTHING else in that apartment that made me want to come through. sorry ‘bout it, drew. sure you could ditch ‘em to some tourist for a nice pile of bills. with the new cash you could either clean up your life or find me again with higher shelf product and i’ll fuck with you again.” though she too knew the grip of addiction, the twenty seven year old always felt above others. she wasn’t as pathetic she’d tell herself. “you still standing here, pup?”