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abel: my company should be wooing enough asshole

abel: what is it that even woos you??

abel: i've never had to do that before

hannah: god i know, im such a loose, dirty woman.

hannah: but woo me with food.

abel: what do you say to skipping out on the wild n generic parties for a weekend

abel: and staying in

abel: with .......... idk whatever you want

hannah: i'm a woman who needs more wooeing.

regardless of how much reed thought about boundaries, of how much he built them up in his head he never did bother to physically move himself away from hannah. even now, the two of them stoned and sprawled out on his double bed. and it wasn’t because he was afraid of hurting her feelings, he had some inkling that some of his brush off had had that potential before. but because he was fundamentally selfish, he made the rules and he changed them as he pleased, and he enjoyed the proximity. 

“what? i’m not good enough to jump all of a sudden?” he asked without much thought. a playful grin plastered on his face. this was what sober reed would consider flirting-and strictly off limits- but as he was now? fair game. 

     there was a curiosity in her now, one that wondered what sort of sick game of cat and mouse he was playing. regardless of not knowing his intentions ( and despite herself ) hannah would play along. “nah, when i’m high i’ve got a much clearer mind, i see you for what you are now. the next paul ryan.” a soft insult at best, thats what hannah told herself as she laid her arms criss cross on the mattress, chin pressed to his flesh to give her some sort of pillow. 

reed had been hesitant to hang out with hannah after the recent influx of unsolicited dirty messages. but if he hadn’t come to terms with the fact that whatever uncorrupted parts of him remained wouldn’t remain that way for long with she and abel as friends he had ought to by now. he laughed giving her a gentle push, “i’m genetically predisposed.” unfortunately for hannah she’d had the great pleasure of meeting his parents before they’d met. 

the brunette leaned back, glancing over at her, “i think i’m the less likely of the two of us to drug the other.” he teased. he felt the pull of a real smile on the corners of his mouth. if they had met in another time, another life, another place, maybe they’d have been something other than friends. reed would be lying if he said he’d never considered it, but it was past that point. he was too invested in her happiness as his friend to risk the consequences his affection -or lack thereof- tended to incur. 

     hannah feigned shock, her mouth a gape only a moment or two before a laugh pushed itself past chapstick painted lips. “thats offensive.” she managed, her body rolling about the bed once before she found herself on her stomach, looking up at him with a sort of haze even she wouldn’t have been able to place had she looked herself in the mirror. 

       it was one thing to be able to smoke more than every fresh pike boy to walk through those doors, than random one timers at parties, but to be feeling just fine and faced with a completely stoned hannah? a badge of honour. he reached out, placing a hand on her arm and looking into red tinged eyes, “aww hannah, you’re fucked.” he leaned back on his arms “some fire haze hybrid”. he didn’t really bother remembering the names at this point. 

       though now a few seconds after making whatever statement he had he couldn’t quite remember it, head full of helium and floating away while he was left to sink into the bedding. “i don’t even remember if i agree with what i said”, he groaned.

     this had to have been an accomplishment for reed, hannah was no light weight. she spent many a night ripping dabs and smoking hash at abel’s side. this just seemed stronger. . . or so she told herself. “don’t patronize me!” she whined, hiding her cherubic face beneath her hands, cracking her fingers only slightly to look at him. 

     she could feel it now; the familiar numbness to her limbs, weighted eyelids. it was the sort of thing that relaxed her and she supposed the company wasn’t all that bad. “mhm.” she nodded from behind her cup, momentarily entranced by the way the liquid tickled her lip. in any other state she would have been better suited for this conversation, had more input or some quick witted response. instead, all hannah could manage was a somewhat vacant stare.  

🌟 …someone my muse trusts.

“my sister addison. we don’t get to talk much but occasionally she sends me a letter. i don’t know her well, she was never around much growing up but i know i trust her with my life.”

🔪 …someone my muse hurt in the past.

“i had a boyfriend in high school, his name was august. we were caught in a rather adult situation and rather than being open about it i just sort of bailed… reoccurring thing with me i guess..”

👿 …someone my muse used to like, but doesn’t anymore.