#chaoticrage

              Penny is in IT’s clown form, It had been an instinctive thing, their baby carefully curled into IT’s large arms. Pressed against the ruffles on the clown suit Penny had on. IT is quiet and seemed to have dragged nearly all teh blankets and pillows onto the bed to make a nest.

     jacie domingo was a known name in most circles. especially in circles that involve the media. she had been on magazine covers from one side of the world to the other. walking the runways from la to new york all the way to paris. it was rare that there wasn’t a camera following her. it was her life now and she had come to be used to it. which is why she didn’t care about the eyes on her as she threw back a couple of shots and got on a table dancing on it with her friends. the music loud, the lights dim and colorful, her hips swaying back and forth. this is what they wanted. her living the life, the dream. clubbing in exclusive hot spots like the one she was currently in. somewhere in paris.

           “I ASSURE you, he asked me to DO it!” Wilford waves around bloody hands, “BESIDES, they will be fine in a few HOURS, they just need a little rest.” He goes on. One might think he was joking, but he was not. BELIEVING hos own words fully.

          “where’s your costume? i didn’t dress up as sailor moon for nothing.”

i sucked it up and made my own aksldalksjdaklj

“so, are we going for another glass of wine or are you looking for a little vodka now?”

       Penny sits up tired, hand running through his hair. Blinking as he notes the sun was just starting to come up. Not sure if he should get up fully now or not.

caddy: LIKE REALLY HOW AM I DATING YOU.