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“Ever just feel like exiting the life of people who claimed to be friends with you yet only ever talk when they invite you to parties that give the vibe of I am popular and I have so many friends? Yeah, me too.” Like the Bloody Mary in her glass, Rigmor is salty - yet in the next moment her face is as calm as the surface of a lake, and about as full of emotion, too. And if the cold from her blue stare does not turn away people, nothing will.
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“Like what you see?” Rigmor, you tease-
@goldenscoundrel from here.
It takes her a few seconds to register what the guy has said. The drink on the floor tells her enough... but too slowly. She’s had a bunch of these already. And her spilling the next one on him was just meant for a cheers. Ah. Maybe she should get some food as well.
“Å fan, förlåt... I can... Hold on... I can clean this up, but don’t get freaked out.” She shuts her eyes closed and as if mutters something, and the rose tattoos poking from under her sleeve turn into a real vine that wipes the shirt dry. “Yeah, I’d definitely say we had a bit more of this than we could handle. I don’t remember anything...”
Was this a sleepover party, or just a crash at a bar that she somehow passed out at and her friends left? Not something that wouldn’t happen to Rigmor. But not something that happens often, either.
“You alright? Shirt aside, I mean. I can pay for it to get cleaned if you want.”
CAR ] : for sender muse to jump in receiver muse’s car and tell them to drive.rigmor
✧ — ⋆ 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐌𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 .
Rent a car for three days and let’s go camping, her friends had said. We’ll be back by Sunday evening, they’d said. Just the three of us, music, some nice food and some old films. It had sounded like a normal weekend. But the way it had all ended was not something any of them had expected...
One of them had suggested they go to town to grab a quick drink before they parted ways, and then they’d each grabbed a taxi, instead of having Rigmor drive them like she had thought she would. Odd, but then again, nothing too odd. They were all introverts, after all.
Still, it was getting late bit by bit, she ought to head home soon. As she slipped into the car after having stood outside the bar, watching her friends safely get a taxi, Rigmor let out a breath... then realised someone was ordering her to drive. A stranger, a man she didn’t know, in the seat next to hers.
“Okay, first off, what the hell is happening? And two, who are you?” She obeyed, pulling out of her parking spot and driving off quickly - but not without shooting the stranger an expecting look. “I don’t remember having met you before. Whatever you say stays with me, if you’re running from someone...”
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“I’m good. Seriously. Just walk on.” Rigmor’s glance at the other lasts a second, and then she sinks back into her art encyclopedia, wiping a streak of blood from her busted eyebrow. Were the other not a stranger, she would have likely tried to explain she got dragged into a fight between gangs, whose leaders she must have tattooed (while being, at the time, unaware of it). But trust led her down dark paths, and she is not going back along them. Not anytime soon.
“Psst... hey, here. Look. I got a new shirt...” Rigmor giggles.
Rigmor’s brain is not responding, either, so she just walks over to Pari and holds her hands, putting a rose in them.
“Here. Uh. I. You deserve the world, Pari Vass. And I can hardly give it to you... I’m just a tiny little artist. But I can give you this.” Hanging on the rose is a chocolate candy shaped like a heart, wrapped in red shiny paper.
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