#snakesided

                              “If you don’t step on a snake, it’s got no reason to bite you.”

           “THIS is quality product, okay—not that bullshit grown in the bowles of the closet of some high school stoner weed, THIS—this steadily lifts you up to cloud nine and holds you there for a whole afternoon before angels gently carry you down from your perch on poofy clouds to a bed made of roses and soft puppies waiting to greet you from your journey. THIS is quality product.” Fingers all but SLAM the joint she’s holding in question down on the table, before sliding it forward. “You’ve got nothing the rest of the day. Try it. Free sample. One time offer, right here, right now.”

“Well that was rather dramatic.” He doesn’t know the CONTEXT behind the near-brawl that just occurred in the shady bar, and by the looks of it, he certainly does not want to. “Does this happen very OFTEN in here? I love drama.”

Her contact list is not necessarily full of Riverdale residents; really, there are about FOUR people in the whole town who have her number, and the rest of contacts on her phone are all from back in Baltimore. Regardless of how many know the means of contacting her, she CERTAINLY did not expect a phone call at two in the morning, just as she’s kicking out the stragglers at Innuendo, and she definitely was not expecting that caller to be Slater. “Biscuit? You don’t usually call me this late.”

YES PLS

it’s heavy in her hands, slipping out of a grasp coated by the same liquid gold previously held within.       ‘          i just need to get another two litres                               ’