#youfellforthat

          Rashel stepped into the place she had called           home for all these years. A scowl on her lips           and a 9mm in her waistband. Today just wasn't           her day- to start with seeing her 'husband' at           the same place as her target, then receiving a           text naming him as her next target- there was           only one way the night could end.           "Honey- I'm home."           The assassin called out with the most passive           tone she could muster up, hastily looking through           the house for him, hand never leaving the gun's           side, ready to pull it out when necessary.

           ❛why the FUCK does this phone                have a wire? what do you think            this is, the 90's? fucking disgusting. ❜

{ hes apparently coming over tomorrow[god bless] and i will sneak a picture for u }

"Not buying you alcohol, you're definitely not 21,"

"You mind tellin' me where the office is? Think I got turned around."

"Do you always bump into people like that? Or just on your good days."

          Don't comment on how he looks           like one of those kids. The problem           she has with judging people quickly           is a big one.

i haven't been in one in months and i really wanted to join this one, so i did. and it's been like a few days, but everyone literally knows everyone else and i just kinda sit in the corner bc i feel uncomfortable. i hate it, though.