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“——— hey, one day I promised to speak the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth, so…” she eventually trailed off, allowing herself to look around the place before focusing back on the woman right next to her. Spaces like these weren’t her usual scene; crowded clubs, in general, were ought to be full of people she didn’t necessarily want to put up with, but it seemed as though, the red-head definitely managed to catch all of her attention – especially after watching her deal with a drunk idiot in such manner. “There’s lil’ bit of a… uh,” nevermind. Ashe let her words trail off, dissmissing them with a shrug and a small sip from her Bud Light bottle ( classy as HECK ). A smudged lipstick was the least important thing right now. “—— they’re sometimes nice to hang out with… That’s if you want to DUMB yourself down and chill for a bit, of course.” Sure, there was plenty of exceptions to that statement, but generally speaking, the actress had always thought they’re all the same in the end. “But… AGREED —— women are great,” alright, you BIG gay, you can stop now. “Ashe March-Lee, my pleasure.” She introduced herself, letting her trademark half-smile stretch upon her features as she gently shook Piper’s hand.
— ♛ — AS THE OTHER spoke, piper pulled out her mobile phone, clicking on the camera, button nose scrunching in HORROR at the sight of her face. she frantically reached into her bag and pulled out her scarlet lipstick, mindlessly smearing the waxy substance along pouty petals, cleaning up her lines to ensure it was flawless as per usual. SO focused on the task at hand, she almost missed the words leaving the other’s lips. a melody, orchestrated laugh tumbled from rouged lips, silky brown eyes gleaming with a lack-of-sobriety as the shots began to weave their way through her bloodstream. ❝ RIGHT, ❞ the redhead agreed, slipping her makeup bag back into a kate spade purse. after the other slipped her hand into piper’s now free one, she felt an adrenaline hightail in her stomach, eyes gleaming as she didn’t draw back her grip; ❝ care to give this damsel post-distress a dance? if i sit at this bar a MOMENT longer i think i might lose my PRETTY little mind.❞















