#thcpuppy

                she glances, all dark hair && darker expression, boredom ever evident 'pon contours of visage   (  tired of stupid prep boys && their stupid prep school uniforms that cost more than her house ;; no questions needed, answers given on their own ;; emanating from FINE cloth && HORRIBLE ' personalities '.  )   plastic handle of pitcher rests easily, so very FAMILIAR, within grasp of fingers loosely curved   (  half of her attention goes to that alone, any less && nino's ' PRIZED ICE TEA ' shall begin to drip-drip-drip 'pon tacky linoleum && pay shall go docked for lack of care.  )   as gaze surveys sea of raven crested blazers && oppressive colognes forming atmosphere of mismatched own ;; hands are lifted, fingers SNAP-SNAP-SNAPPING for attention yet she swipes past all   (  she's no dog &&, with manager sequestered away in the back, she shant respond to insulting calls like one, thank you very much  )   headed for corner table, aiming to give sore cheeks a break from standard customer service smile. 

     It hadn’t been long since Rebecca had fled Annalise’s house. Unfortunately, though, she hadn’t gotten very far. The past week and a half had been spent at a seedy motel, six hours out of Philadelphia. She’d cashed in on favor upon favor to be able to afford even the draftiest of rooms, but it was worth it. At least she hadn’t been tied to a chair. Did it still feel like she was stuck? Absolutely. Her funds were diminishing with each day that she spent in hiding and she knew better than to be running around outside, during daylight hours. Annalise had eyes everywhere.

     Once every two days, Rebecca ventured outside to pick up food that would fit in her mini-fridge and to give housekeeping a chance to pretend that they were cleaning. Every other time she did that, she ended up at the laundromat, washing the few things she’d managed to borrow. It was on one of those days that she’d arrived back at the motel, arms clutching tightly to her bags, only to find Wes Gibbons standing by the stairwell that she needed to walk up to get to her safe(ish)house.

he and laurel are so lowkey SCARY AS HELL i dig it

u know what they say. the quiet ones are the most dangerous :))))

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EVERYONE COWER IN FEAR WES IS A PUPPY & KNOWS HOW TO USE IT

     ❝Hey, waitlist, does every chick        with a record turn you on? Or        just the ones who swear they        didn’t do it?❞