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the blood around her wound was drying â making her task easier, and all the more painful. with a wince, priyanka pressed the alcohol soaked swab into the cut just a little deeper; hissing as a result. ( for all she liked to pretend, she wasnât invincible. she wasnât able to see everything coming her way. best evidenced by the cut through her brow she now sported â a lucky fucking shot. she repaid the bitch in kind. )
âmotherfucker.â priyanka cursed, eyes screwing shut. blindly, she reached for the clean swabs â wetting them, attempting to clear away some of the dried blood. ideally, she wouldnât be doing this in the bathroom at popâs, but. anywhere in ghoulie territory invited questions she didnât want to answer. âlast time i ever bother with anyone, i swear.â
    after dissembling the pussycats , val had found herself hanging with a different person every friday night at pops . consider it auditions , if you will , but no one seemed to be on her wavelength . she wouldnât consider herself a snob ( ! )  , but sheâd never realised how fucking boring the residents of riverdale could be . sheâs at another one of those hangouts auditions when she decides she needs some sort of break . excusing herself she walks to the bathroom in a huff , in her own world of sorts . itâs only when she properly looks at herself in the mirror that she notices the other next to her , and itâs only after THAT when she realises the other is hurt ,  â woah , that is , . . nasty  . â no shit , einstein  . sheâs mentally cursing herself when she turns full to face the other head on , taking the cut in , â do you want me to do it ? i feel like if a stranger does it , you can hate me as much as you want . iâve done first aid , youâre not pressing deep enough to really make it look any better . â







