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May 12, 2015 20:13:00 GMT
Post by ROWAN HOUSE on May 12, 2015 20:13:00 GMT
◣◆◢  we don't take pictures, when you're rich you just see it again | There's a thousand things Rowan hates, but Mila is not one of them. She waits outside the club for her friend, dressed for a party, leather pants and a fishnet shirt. Honestly though, she wouldn't go anywhere without her ten pound boots. If she was going to rise hell, she was probably going to need them. She hates waiting though, despite always being late to almost everything in her life. She took out her phone and sent a text.
bitc where u @? am outside n cold. ready 2 party.
Classy.
In all reality, Rowan got into another fight with her girlfriend and would rather be anywhere but home.
MILA MARVEL
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LAIKA OF GAGNAM STYLE |
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May 12, 2015 20:47:49 GMT
Post by MILA MARVEL on May 12, 2015 20:47:49 GMT
i feel numb, born with a weak heart / guess i must be having fun It's so goddamned cold in this godforsaken country that Mila's genuinely worried one day her fingers will literally fall off. The winter was supposedly over more than a month ago, but instead the low temperatures are tenacious and creep up in the evening hours. The small woman is dashing a long the back streets, bundled in thick scarves, an old man sweater, and boots that were certainly not made for walking -- eager to get to the local designated night club. It's one she frequents, and the route is familiar. Of course, that doesn't stop the New Yorker from running a solid ten minutes late thanks to a last minute call from a customer all the way on the other side of this goddamned city. Of course, that customer was also Mila's most recent paycheque, and was currently paying for her drinks for the evening. A buzz in her pocket slowed Mila's steps to a halt as she fished out her personal phone (as opposed to work) and skimmed the text. Snorting, the drug dealer typed out a quick reply before pocketing the cell and resuming her pace. >> [Reply to: Row Baby <3] [11:54:23PM] dont get ur panties in a twist im almost there ;*
>> [Reply to: Row Baby <3] [11:54:35PM] and ill buy u a shot i just got $$!!!!Two minutes later, Mila was rounding the corner and coming face to face with a large bustle of people, and a very upset-looking ROwan standing off to the corner. Picking up her pace, the small girl called out to her friend and raised her hand in a greeting. "Rowan, baby, how are you?" she practically cooed, as she moved to go hug her friend. "God you could have gone in and waited," The drug dealer chortled, as she began tugging her friend's fishnet sleeve in the direction of the bar. "Come on, love, first five shots are on me" she winked. ROWAN HOUSE // oh my god i always type too much |
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