girls can be dangerous and still win
Arms laden with their newfound wares via a very nice street taco stand, Melita hummed, content at her victorious efforts with bingo. If anything, it inflated her ego even more, walking and springing about with such an air of confidence and sedition that her chin was lifted skyward, proud and determined as she set on her next mission of finding somewhere to spread their food. “How about over here?” and she nodded in the direction, gesturing with her jaw towards a little grove with picnic benches and a wall of flowers, moderately secluded and off the beaten path.
Having carried no blanket, the Honeybee made do with a simple shrug, fully intending to plop down to the earth and make do with what they had; more plans were up her sleeves anyway. With a wide grin, she turned towards Iskra, bright, incandescent, and varnished with mischief. “Aaaaand I think we should tell ghost stories!” The pretenses of twilight made for a good cover, and Iskra could probably make a modest little fire for them if he so pleased to make the setting truly superb
Having carried no blanket, the Honeybee made do with a simple shrug, fully intending to plop down to the earth and make do with what they had; more plans were up her sleeves anyway. With a wide grin, she turned towards Iskra, bright, incandescent, and varnished with mischief. “Aaaaand I think we should tell ghost stories!” The pretenses of twilight made for a good cover, and Iskra could probably make a modest little fire for them if he so pleased to make the setting truly superb
Melita
she knew exactly what she was doing when she invited the wild in
