#{c:lana}

closed starter for @lana-carter​

imessage ↬ nice tits

@lana-zhu​​

“Who needs spurs when you’ve got— ow— these pointy-ass knees,” he half-shouted above the music, hoisting her up with a firm grip on each thigh, then further up his back with a spirited jostle. There was laughter in his voice betraying the complaint; Lana was a featherweight, and anyway, Marlowe was far, far past the point of feeling uncomfortable in any way. Once her white go-go boots were straddling his sides, even the heels clunking against his ribcage didn’t seem to bother him. Soon they were weaving through the party at a combined height that towered above everything else. Marlowe took unexpected turns, pivoting this way and that, giving her a bird’s eye view of frenzied colors, swaying figures, all the sound and heat and sensation trapped inside Splatterhouse. They’d just finished a lap around the bar when he let his head fall back, eye-to-eye with her chin. He flashed her an upside-down smile. “So where we going next? Some cowgirl you are, not steerin’ for shit.” 

imessage ↬ lana banana!

“i feel like that dude from jurassic world,” kat said as she carefully tried to carry two filled-to-the-brim margaritas back from the bar. once she set the mango-flavored drinks down successfully— the tiny spill of orange slush considered a victory all things considered — kat stood tall. “the next four are coming out of some old man’s pocket. theses bitches were pricey.” @lanajvmeson        

He’d made sure to hide his pill bottles before she arrived, popping a few and setting Pippa down for her nap. Every part of him was on edge despite the drugs and he could feel himself shaking as he unlocked the door for her. When she walked in the first thing he noted was the anger in the air between them. Seeing her broke his heart all over again. “I haven’t seen then lens,” he told her flatly, inviting her in and shoving his hands in his pocket. “But you can look around or whatever.”