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“Yea sure. Anything would be fine, really. Just not a strong one tho since I still need to go home with a sober mind,” she said with a soft laugh as she crossed her legs and sat comfortably. “It’s an okay night I guess. I mean, I got lonely so here I am. Trying to find a piece of mind or finding something to comfort myself.. all over again. Nothing new, really.”

   the show was as great as she’d predicted it would be, obviously a little bummed about not being able to slip closer toward the stage, though being atop her friend’s shoulders throughout majority of the performance was good enough for her; it’s not like her position affected the way he sung. she was outside the venue now, already having said goodbye to the few friends that accompanied her. a leg crossed over the other and an elbow digging into her knee to keep her up, finished with a lit cigarette between fingers. mira’s head turned once the screams of young girls rang in her ears, spotting the reason. dean. the model chuckled to herself, soon letting her lips encompass the filter, dragging on the stick while she admired the scene, and honestly, feeling a little sorry for the man being hassled.