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“ no , it W I L L , but i’ve got a rep to uphold , you know ? ” esme jokes effervescently , dimples piercing into cheeks from the wide grin present on glossy brims . “ sometimes i feel like people ONLY hang out with me to score a free tattoo . not like that’s a bad thing , i guess . ” she so often finds herself dissociating these days , if her friendship was being taken advantage of , she’s too far in her o w n world to notice . “ it’s actually --- now bear with me here , kinda nice ? getting a tattoo . not that it doesn’t fuckin’ hurt , but it’s one of those . . . hurts so good feelings . nothin’ like gettin’ a shot . ”

she appears to be browning underneath powdery blue pleats as she sits on the bathroom floor , tresses of blonde pooling from up - do as she pops open the mother - of - pearl centerpiece of her ring to reveal a hearty stash of WHITE . after years upon years of consumption , esmerelda’s stealth is nearly unmatched , bringing ring clad finger to her nostril as she takes a deep inhale to welcome in a rush of W A R M T H . “ ever think about a diaper ? ” she muses dryly , “ are you sure you’re not just tryin’ to get me under that dress , sage ? ” typical wallflower decorum is replaced with an energetic banter . sage terrifies her under normal circumstances . while the other female is rough and gritty , esme lacks the confidence to be anything BUT a recluse in her best moments . “ i’m not gonna say no to more , ” she giggles , popping the pearl back into place , she takes the phone , holding it carefully as she guides the screen to nostril , snorting one of the pretty w h i t e lines in one quick motion . “ fuck . thanks for that , here . . . you think if we bunch up all that fabric and i hold it , you could pee ? ”

@LMAOBYE: then maybe i can show u what was under my dress , too  @LMAOBYE: i want to roll a joint on ur ass tho , that’s my only request , peachy 🍑

@LMAOBYE: is that really all ur gonna show me ??? @LMAOBYE: ur such a tease . mmmmm what's in it for me ?

lavender painted digits thread through the other’s blonde tresses , fixated on her ministrations as though she’s INTRICATELY weaving a basket rather than waves of gold forming a tight french braid , “ why can i never do this on myself ? ” esme breathes with a soft giggle , moving to sit up on her knees to get better access to the top of her head . “ you’re almost finished --- i better be gettin’ somethin’ real nice for this . i’m talkin’ at L E A S T chipotle . ” @nataliafms​

“ y’know what’s fuckin’ weird ? ” esme begins , nostrils lined with residual powder from the line she’s just C L E A R E D from hand mirror residing on the bed , “ jeans . like , hear me out , when was the last time you’ve even worn them ? i don’t think i’ve worn jeans since i was fuckin’ ten years old , swear ! ” a fit of giggles ESCAPE her glossy brims , “ i don’t know . i’m high , don’t listen to me ! ” @claudiasfm​

she’s been A N X I O U S since the moment she arrived . for the past year , esmerelda has valued one thing above all else ; her privacy . it’s been a traumatic endeavor for the blonde , the DEATH of a dear friend . . . the guilt of responsibility . it’s enough to drive anyone to solid , let alone a woman who has kept to herself most of her life . working on a drawing for a client , she’s focused , trying to keep her thoughts in line . stomach drops at the turning knob of the door , brown optics fixating forward to behold mason’s entrance . it really hasn’t been t h a t long since they’ve last seen each other . . . well , her back was to him most of the time as he pounded into her --- but still . “ hey , ” she greets , fixing the baby blue strap of her bralette , “ um , no . . . not really , think i got it , ” the blonde breathes , tongue darting over inferior brim , “ i have an client tomorrow , still haven’t FINISHED it , so . ”

ESME: pintata . . . sir is this ur way of asking me about my boos bc the girls are closed rn

                     ↪   starring esmerelda amatore           

“ i can’t say N O to glitter , ” the blonde breathes lightheartedly , dimpled cheeks and all , “ --- you’re really successful , p , i’m proud of ya . ” really , she is : it’s never been her INTENTION to ghost her friends , though such behavior has become embedded in her decorum for years . still , she feels remorseful . glistening optics shift to the patch of exposed flesh peach introduces to her ; a new tattoo . now this is the shit that e x c i t e s her , lavender - painted digits reaching forward to trace over the ink , “ you would get that tattooed on you --- i love it , though . it’s fuckin’ dope . who did it ? ” tongue glides over the roll paper , securing her joint , “ mmhm , it definitely was givin’ off those drunk tattoo vibes . it’s OKAY , though . we’ve all done it . ” her glossy brims wrap around marijuana - cigarette , lighting it with a pretty pink lighter , inhaling eagerly , “ --- you want some of this ? . . . oh , me ? i don’t know . i really try not to think about it . it could’ve been M E , y’know ? ”

ESME: i haven't been stashing away this pinata in my room for no reason

“ if you’re tryin’ to sweet talk a tattoo outta me , i need a refill on this tequila , ” the blonde quips with a SANGUINE smile residing on her features , “ or i could be completely off base and you just wanna hang out . in that case --- fair . ” it’s evident that esmerelda is hardly a wordsmith , though someone had once toward her that her innate awkwardness was E N D E A R I N G . who knows . @ameliehq​

with a melodic rapping on her friend’s door , esme waits with baited breath to be allowed inside lorena’s room . with a baggy of cocaine in tow and a NAGGING desire to forget about every little worry plaguing her mind . glossy brims part into a dazzling grin upon greeting the other female , head cocked to the side as blonde tresses c a s c a d e down her shoulder , “ hey --- want some company ? ” @lorenasfm​

she’s emerged from her bedroom in the W E E hours of the morning --- once the resounding laughter of friends subsided and she figures they’ve either gone to bed or coupled off . either way , she’s granted some SEMBLANCE of peace and quiet , platinum tresses in a bun on top of her head , strands falling down to tickle against dimpled cheeks as she shifts feet through the cool pool water . she’s not anticipating company , “ oh . . . hi , ” esme breathes in greeting , offering callie a half - hearted s m i l e , “ i thought you guys had all passed out . have fun ? ” @calliopefm​