#jvnxa

     there’s no real reason to take the subway when both of them have more than enough money for an uber, but sage likes it. new york is dirty and disgusting and vibrant and full of life, and she gets something out of putting herself in the middle of that. they’ve been on the train almost an hour, destination coney island thanks to an entirely arbitrary whim which had struck sage that morning. jynx was always good for that--indulging whims. “you know, i haven’t been to coney island since i was, like...seventeen, probably. and i was tripping balls, so that was weird.” her fingers move for the cigarette behind her ear, pause, and pull at her lobe instead. “bare minimum i’m about to eat twice my weight in funnel cake, dude. it’s a disappearing act you’ll never forget. after i make you do the cyclone with me, obviously.”