HEX YOUR EX.

Devon was in his own world, higher than he’d been in a long time thanks to the shit he scored from Tristan earlier. He honestly didn’t even notice there was anyone else at the little hotel bar, fingers drumming to his favorite song that was playing in his head against the bar.

His attention turned to the girl who had spoken and he glanced around the Blue Parrot before turning back to her.

“Last I checked, there were plenty of other seats at the bar, you chose to sit next to me, sweetheart,” he said, giving her a wink before draining the glass in front of him.

Mallory’s nose wrinkles as she catches his wink and she turns away, utterly fuming. He did have a point, and for a moment, she was at a loss for words. Yet when she turns back to him, elbow dropping lightly onto the bar before her, there’s a spark in her eye and venom laced words on her tongue.

❛––None of the other seats would be FAR ENOUGH. Can’t you  just like cool it for twenty minutes? Out of human decency, if you even have any.❜

“I FEEL like tearing you apart.”

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“I believe we aren’t at the same VIBE.”

fingers retracted rolled paper from her lips,  eyes studying the cotton candy imprints left by her lip stain. lazily, a leg draped over the arm of the couch, figure leaning back to lounge as she hummed along to the record quietly. it wasn’t until mallory repeated herself that naida  directed her attention to her friend’s voice.

         ❛  hmm? is stephanie my name of the day?  ❜

gaze fixed now on curling toes hidden behind socks, mal lifts her legs, propping them onto the coffee table before her. now seemingly content with her position, she crosses her legs  at the ankles and glances over, lifting a hand to sweep it across her nose. her own paper thin monstrosity was curled between lazy fingers attached to a wrist that rest against her thigh.

                         ❛–––pssst. hey stephanie. ❜

an arched eyebrow and a glance sideways has mallory  squinting ever so slightly at the hot mess beside her. like come on, what guy wears eyeliner anymore? this is the two thousand tens, jesus christ. sniffing some, her gaze is pulled back downwards towards her phone, with a halfhearted attempt to get a connection on it or something. yet not even a minute later her gaze is once again pulled back to the other, and she scowls.