— sugarcoat

Swishing through the air with a stick she’d found, Lana ventured between tents like an adventurer set out on a great expedition, mentally hacking away long thickets of foliage in a rain-forest. Anyone would think she was just beginning her journey, not concluding it, however her current destination was the tent besides Cecily’s – she was sharing it with Cain, Bobby and Julien, latter of which had already almost burned it down with a discarded cigarette. Startled out of her path by Cecily’s hand on her ankle, Lana wavered more drastically than a pirate sailing a stormy sea, garbled shriek parting lips painted red. “The kraken!” she yelled out indistinctly, steadying herself with her stick like a makeshift walker. In just a blink’s time she’d wriggled inside, any onlookers left gawking like she’d been snatched into a time continuum. “Enchanté, all. Girls,” she addressed like she was manning a TedTalk, nodding towards Cecily. “Ghouls.” That one was meant for Dirk, although her lack of malice was evident in the warmth of her voice. “Oh, wow… Thanks, Dirk. Your forehead’s, like… really shiny,” came along with an endeared nod, easily the most bewildering compliment she could have given him. Leaning down temporarily in the name of rest, Lana lay her head atop of Cecily’s lap. “My legs feel like shoelaces. I need revival, STAT. You’re gonna have to both give me blow-backs. New CPR method. Kiss of life is quaking.”

Stretching her legs out as much as she could in the tent, Cecily’s feet knocked against one another, dirt drifting off her combat boots and onto a sleeping bag, probably Kit’s. As he finished rolling the joint, Dirk’s face looked all too pleased with himself as he held it up, sucking on his teeth as he did so. “Nice one, Dirk... Might think of sucking your dick if you do that again,” Cecily said, though her voice was monotone, bored, like she was reading off a list of ingredients. She stuck the joint in her mouth, one hand lighting it as the other stroked Lana’s hair, a rare affectionate gesture from her with the other girl in her lap. Leaning down, slight grin tugging at her lips as she blew smoke into Lana’s mouth, close enough that their lips nearly brushed, she could feel Dirk’s hungry eyes boring into her head as he watched her. “Lans, this weed is kind of shit. Like smoking my grandmother’s perfume. You got anything stronger?” she asked, turning her attention to Dirk, his eyes growing wide as he fumbled around in his pockets. “Um, I’ve got coke... MD...” Eyes lighting up, she stopped her stroking of her friend’s hair, passing the joint back over to Dirk. “Either of those, yeah. Then maybe we can all hold hands, astral project or something. Really get inside the music, man,” Cecily said, nodding her head enthusiastically to an invisible beat, like she was already at one of the concerts the festival promised. Dirk let out an excited giggle, as if he couldn’t believe his luck being here, rolling up one of the sleeves of his orange polo shirt. “You girls are just so pretty... Such long hair. Do you ever wear ponytails?”

“Yeah, dude! Once I was about to hook up with this guy but his thing was that he likes to watch porn beforehand. So we’re on PornHub and we accidentally click on a hentai and it ends up with this girl getting controlled by the guy via remote control vibrator. It was actually the best comedy,” Cleo rambled. “Anyways, the guy lasted for about five minutes and we never spoke again.” She shrugged, lighting the cigarette and blowing a tunnel of smoke towards Cecily. “Hmm. Down for that, honestly. You can mount him while I rob him. I definitely need to take something before that encounter happens, though.”

“Oh god. And you still had sex with him? No judgement, but I mean... I would have been drier than a salted slug after that.” Cecily let out a bark of laughter, taking another drag of her cigarette. “God, I’m just imagining her like... yelping every five seconds. Chihuahua roleplay,” she joked. “Hear hear! We can turn it into a whole robbery ring. Take turns riding the peen while the other just throws a hand in occasionally and rifles through their wallets with the other.” Tapping ash off of her cigarette, she flashed a grin. “Can make enough to buy a remote control vibrator for each of us.”

“Seems kind of like a bad idea to get drunk during a zombie apocalypse, but maybe that will deter people from eating brains or whatever. Can’t imagine an alcoholic’s brain is very appetizing. Kinda like eating malted blood,” she said, face pinching at the thought. “Should I take a shot? On a scale of one to ten, how likely am I am to regret it?”

teddy: thanks a lot cunt.

teddy: omg really

teddy: can u bring me some

teddy: it'll cheer me up

teddy: maybe restore my sight

frankie: omg yes!!! brings it to you

frankie: i snorted most of it but theres a good couple keys left

frankie: o shit i turned a corner and now im outside. hello?

frankie: think im seeing god itshould def restore your sight

teddy: i'm at this party and this girl just tried to baby bird a shot of tequila into my mouth

teddy: anyway she missed now i have tequila in my eyes

teddy: are you here my eyes are con fuego sos

teddy: it feels like that time i squirted lemon juice into my eyes so i could get my sophomore year exams pushed back

frankie: im the girl

frankie: hot... jenna marshall from pll roleplay

frankie: im here!!! just snorted some md in the bathroom and it feels like im gonna fall through the floor

frankie: now you're in the Sunken Place!