(brown girl -ifies your jan) Behold

I'll be good For all of the light that I shut out For all of the innocent things that I doubt For all of the bruises I've caused and the tears For all of the things that I've done all these years

Thanks for not kicking his head in. *Ali nodded her head, with genuine gratefulness, towards the other girl lighting up in the back. Why was she grateful? The offender himself evidently had no grace or care when it came to how lucky he had been today. He’d deserved more than Marlene had given him, this escaped nobody’s attention but his own. Drew. As destructive as a tornado and she truly felt like her head was spinning from his actions and words now. She swayed slightly but paced towards Marlene with purpose. On closer inspection, the rolly was of the tobacco variety, the blonde made a face of disgust and swiped playfully at the jet black mop, mussing it all out of place with a smile of satisfaction. The slicked-back style had looked ace, but it didn’t feel very ‘Leenie’ to Ali, not HER Leenie anyway; too put together and formal for her liking, they were two certainly past standing on ceremony. The blonde scanned the room over her friend’s shoulder, on which she had rested her chin; Not needing to exert too much effort, the green room was abundant with bud, of course. She found the necessary equipment and ingredients and got to rolling. Expert and fast, barely needing to look down as her fingers made light work. She didn’t like to smoke ‘for’ anything BUT the joy of the thing, that only led to reliance, but she’d be a fucking liar if she said she didn’t NEED this particular joint. She held it between her lips, dark plum lipstick marks on the paper, muffling but not making her speech incoherent, as she searched her person for a light.* For Meena, like. *She clarified with an ‘obviously’ shrug, arms stretching out almost theatrically, catching the rolly in her left hand, taking it from her lips to carry on unhindered.* He is her brother, after all. *She had wanted to add ‘and our friend’ but aside from the obvious fact there was no love lost between the stupid boy and the angry girl stood before her, she wasn’t even sure if that was true now on her part. She still viewed him as one, to be clear, but maybe he had never viewed her in the same light. And apparently, she had known that all along and was just being a massive fucking cocktease and making him worse. Was that true? She liked to think she knew her own mind but it was plain how thinly-veiled his ‘banter’ was. Had she just been looking the other way? And for whose sake? Hadn’t done him any good, had it, nor Ro. God...Poor Ro. It struck her how selfish she had been this whole time and it was a bitter pill to swallow, but one she had been forced to, she rubbed at her throat instinctively. Ali bit her lip in the place the joint had been, sighing out the breath she had been holding- fuck- all night it seemed. With the same breath, she forced out the words she wanted to speak, the words she knew Marlene would let her speak, and listen to, answering with her trademark candor.* Bloody hell- do you think I’m a tease, Mar? Do I lead people on, is that what I do? Did I- Did I lead you on? After we were over, like...Fuck sake, that isn’t how I wanna be, how I mean to but- I don’t know, man. *She ends with a dramatic flourish of her Zippo, (found in her bra), sparking up and taking a long, LONG drag, shaking her head, looking down as she blows back out, after holding the smoke ‘til discomfort.*