*sᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢ: ᴜʙᴇʀ ᴘᴏᴏʟ. //
it was piney. slightly SKUNKY; margots nostrils soon regret the flare to the scent. she wasn’t personally attuned to it as the woman hadn’t had the vice. there was a moment in her youth where she fell to her knees for cigarettes - mainly for aesthetic purposes to impress older women. her lungs declared her to stop along with a distaste she had for it all. it was the smell, and the stop all together as margot felt irritation tickle at the back of her neck. why had she taken uber, let alone POOL ?? primarily because she was smart enough to know that one-too many drinks of champagne would be downed just to get her through the night. a boring art buyer was throwing a party. most of the guests would be cookie cutter living off of their parents money with no purpose in life than to spend it, ... or the other party goers were going to be .... elderly. her lips tried not to part into a yawn over the thought.
-- and because if a yawn WOULD happen, she’d TASTE the scent of what was beside her. it was time, the door shut, and margot’s eyes shifted to the forced company beside her. ... well. ... the sight her eyes took in was not what had been expected. honest, she was expecting a stoner, one who would look for space on the floorboard to place his/her skateboard ... but JESUS ... this was a woman... one not sore to her eyes, FANTASTIC hair... and ... no more thoughts. margot sat in her collected poise feeling her insides rattle. fingers lithe, moved across the fabric of her MARCHESA dress. ... “ this dress is fresh from the runway, and you’re fresh from a proper skunk yard. ” scoffed. would this be a long ride ? “ perhaps we should test fabreeze and see if they can REALLY cover up any smell into a fresh setting. ” GOD.
@gapsofsvnlight . //
