PHOEBE
She laughed a bit as he noted Frey. "True, and I won't contradict that, but I don't think Frey would say I have to sleep with every man the propositions me if I don't want to." she said with a small smile. The smiled broadened a bit as he joked about lab mice named Brady. "I've mice named Brady, Brady Junior, and Brady the Third actually." she said as a bit of a joke. He was clearly a jokester so she figured he would appreciate the effort.Phoebe was actually rather surprised at how good of a kisser he was, her hands having found either side of his face in her effort to bring him close quickly. And though she certainly lacked the breadth of experience he likely had, she at least wasn't as much of a prude in practice as she presented publically. As he pulled away she considered leaning in for another if only for a moment's distraction...but then the taste of the cannabis oil registered on her tongue and she tensed as she swallowed it, nose wrinkling and eyes squeezing closed. "Oooooh I forgot how awful that stuff tastes!" she said, shuddering rather comically.
I can hold the weight of worlds
if that's what you need
be your everything
