honeyortega:
you’d assume that a girl dressed head-to-toe in mod fashion and clutching her motorcycle helmet under one arm would have a lighter . when it came to honey , you’d be right . she slowed in her kitten-heels and tugged a zippo from the tiny pouch of a handbag she’d chosen to complete her outfit , tossing the contraption toward marlon . “ you’re not keeping that one , “ she announced , a wiggle of her brows telling the other not to fuck with her , “ i’ve lost my last three to dumb-asses on the street wanting a light . i’m only allowing you a spark because i trust you . that doesn’t come cheap , “
"Thanks,” he said as he caught the lighter from the unfamiliar girl, adding, “wouldn’t dream of it.” Though Marlon hadn’t dressed for the occasion entirely, at most going with a bright floral Hawaiian t-shirt for the occasion, he was still enjoying seeing everybody else’s outfits. “You lost three of ‘em? Well listen, not to bite the hand that feeds, but you know that saying right? Fool me once, shame on you...” he offers jokingly, his pack of cigarettes retrieved from his back pocket.















