We were supposed to be just friends
Depending on what kind of mood and situation-ship I'm in
Depending on what kind of mood and situation-ship I'm in
Glancing around the tavern, Paige purses her lips before letting out a resigned sigh, "You're probably right. I don't know that I can compete with everything else that's happening here." She leans against the bar, eyes locked on Mateo as she rolls the little canister between her fingers, letting it glint in the light even as he chastises her.
"It's all on the up and up. Flora gave me the go ahead." And that was the truth. They'd tested it together and had an absolutely wonderful time. She doesn't have to work hard to convince him and her lips curl into a feline grin. "I call it Lightseeker. Produces feelings of euphoria, very light visuals, and just makes most things feel good." Paige explains, untwisting the top of the canister, revealing the shimmery white powder inside. "You want a taste? Then we can dance the night away."
"It's all on the up and up. Flora gave me the go ahead." And that was the truth. They'd tested it together and had an absolutely wonderful time. She doesn't have to work hard to convince him and her lips curl into a feline grin. "I call it Lightseeker. Produces feelings of euphoria, very light visuals, and just makes most things feel good." Paige explains, untwisting the top of the canister, revealing the shimmery white powder inside. "You want a taste? Then we can dance the night away."
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