Jun 3
••• “why you look so sad? haven’t you heard? this is the happiest place on earth,” with a sardonic, toothy grin, ani brings the glass to her lips, pours the shot down her throat. the man next to her, hunches over on a booth, just sips on a beer with stone-faced indifference to the scene before him. women curled around poles, twirling in their highest pumps, with glitter in their bodies and faces.
ani knows the ocasional stoic type when she sees it. she also knows that most dealers are a bunch of slimy fucks, nevertheless, it’s the ones who do the nastier work who usually keep to themselves, “y’know, that tough guy look you’re givin’ is makin’ me real wet.” @fezc0
