CHERRY BERRY BOURBON BREEZE.
"No, she's nice. Nice, nice girl, but, uh... she's new." Portia coughed, stirring her bourbon breeze with a straw. She vehemently refused to have Pumpkin make such a fruity drink for her, but Portia snuck sips every now and then. "And new is good. New is good... but in a town like this? She might not last long."
You came to Rattlecreek with a suitcase full of secrets and a smile no one quite trusts. Looks like a prayer, but don’t get on your knees unless you know what you’re asking for.
ARCHETYPE Wide-eyed and always watching. A girl the town can’t quite place—or pin down. You smell like sunscreen and something rotting sweet underneath.
THINK OF... BIKE RIDES AND HORSE RIDES THROUGH DUSTY BACKROADS. A STICKY RING OF LOLLIPOP GLOSS AROUND YOUR MOUTH. FIRST KISSES BEHIND THE GAS STATION. LAVENDER BUBBLE BATHS DRAWN TOO HOT. SECRETS WRITTEN IN A DIARY WITH A LOCK.
ASSOCIATED MEN G. SUGURU, F. TOJI












