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Toxic tightened at the bound rope that supportted their breast upward, knotting it from the back delicately, mumbling slight frustrations under their breath. “I know if my shits get rug burn? Imma be the only bitch wearin` a turtleneck”, they hissed under their breath before taking a quick shot back to smoothen any and every nerve that frayed momentarily

JINX was walking around the club aimlessly, stopping once she noticed TOXIC in her view. Stopping momentarily, she offered a wide smile. “Okaaaay, come through TOXIC. I hope you don’t get rug burn tho, that shit hurt like hell. Turtlenecks is the wave, just cut the titties out and make it.. exotic!” She joked with a little laughter over the blaring music.

Toxic flashed a smile toward the familiar voice, instantly barking a laugh over the beat. “Sissss, you know my body . And lets be real,aint much body left if I put that turtle neck on..” they tapped at their chin playfully, rasing their pointer finger as if an epiphany itself laid in their lap. “ okay so Imma cut the titties out the turtleneck, but but but.. imma paint each breast like a jack-o-lantern... think hoes but ✨FESTIVE✨

im's open if you wanna plot or keep a nigga company.

Toxic pranced about the club, absent-mindedly looking towards the soon opening doors in anticipation ; sitting still was never their strong suit and and a overall virtue. Playing at the material of their tear-away skirt, they began zone out, losing themselves within the lights and thoughts before them ; crashing into the unknown person ahead them. “Im so so sorry!”, they took back instantly in their steps in sincere apology.

Though the facadé of anger was strong, Toxic instantly melted at the smaller females voice, instanly allowing the embrace between them as they squeezed unto her tightly.” Ri, the last time I saw your lil spontaneous ass, you broke my heart...” They smiled ,playfully gripping at their own chest as if physically pained. ,“ I was so devestated, I aint eat for 30 business days. “ Their face softened into something far more than welcoming, more or so comfortable before internally shaking themselves back to harsher realities . “You, know I wouldn’t hurt you..unless youre into that?”

Toxic pranced about the club, absent-mindedly looking towards the soon opening doors in anticipation ; sitting still was never their strong suit and and a overall virtue. Playing at the material of their tear-away skirt, they began zone out, losing themselves within the lights and thoughts before them ; crashing into the unknown person ahead them. “Im so so sorry!”, they took back instantly in their steps in sincere apology.

Maria walked into her favorite place in Memphis, ready to go her permanent section that was reserved for her. Looking down at her phone Maria wasn’t paying attention when she felt pressure and her phone falling. Ready to curse someone out looking up. “The Fuck” stopping when she saw it was Toxic

“Listen ,I said Im fucki—..” Toxic straightend their slender frame before taking heed and notice to whom they just happened to collide with. “You put your fuckin` shoulder into that one, stranger.” They folded their arms across their chest, raising a manicured brow toward the all too familiar female .

Toxic bounced unto one of the barstools within slight relife for what they expected to be a night of sore ankles and faking cute. “ Let me get something sweet,pooh?” They gave a playful grin as it was always in their nature to add softer banter with the club employees. Once served their drink, Toxic searched for the small private stash of bendy straws she left for herself, mumbling and cursing to herself behind the bar”

They chuckled briefly before offering a friendly smile “Its just my name. You cant spell exotic without Toxic, is what I say. Shit back ‘yonder, I used to go by Skittlez, but that was simply just a younger , more naiver soul.” The slender figure crossed their iced-cuban bracelet clad ankles before swinging the entangled two in unison to the beat around them.