💄 • HANNAH MCKAY. @idyllicism
that caused hannah to pause for a moment, but not in a way that was judgemental – it made sense, she supposed. everything she did was in order to survive, but there were plenty of people who weren’t quite as interested in doing as such. ever since she’d gotten out of juvie, she’d tried to keep herself off anybody’s radar; she killed anybody who tried to get in the way of that, she was pretty happy to live her life simply. but maybe other people wouldn’t be quite so eager to keep on surviving if they had the same kind of existence she did. she supposed she didn’t have much to live for either, but she wanted to live regardless. “you’d be surprised,” the blonde held back a laugh, glancing up, so that blues met blues, eyes locking on carol’s. should she use an alias? “hannah mckay. it’s a pleasure.”
“ i like surprises. “ stop flirting, carol. her inner monologue COMMANDS her, causing expression to change - thoughtful now, as opposed to teasing. she can’t help herself, she supposes. her life is sheltered now - no husband, NO GIRLFRIEND - no daughter. it’s only strangers that feed her need for conversation these days, which is exactly why she isn’t planning on cutting this one short anytime soon. “ the pleasure is all mine, hannah. i can assure you. “ she reaches out right hand, an offering for the other to take - an indication towards a FRIENDLY shake. “ since i can’t have a cigarette, perhaps you’d like to join me for a drink? - something strong ... if you’re not too busy? “
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