[ It's time to go, Alexa can tell, it's really time to go and with some effort, she manages to grab the bag that Stacy has loaded with gifts (as well as her number on fucking nail polish-decked paper) and step away from the counter, turning halfway to the side, making it obvious that she's heading onwards. Out. The street is calling or some shit... She feels like she needs the biggest fucking coffee they can give her at Starbucks. She feels simultaneously like crap and thin air. Without being religious or anything, Heaven's still a close call here, there's a straight line to Hell from that place, yeah? ]
Take care, Stacy.
[ It's said in a loud voice over one shoulder while she flees the mostly pink-pastel-paradise of this damn Glitter store. Stacy's name is light and bubbly on her tongue, a bit like the girl herself and there's a moment where Alexa wonders what she'll taste like, beyond the usual, the ordinary. There's always a certain degree of personality in a girl's taste, her scent, how she feels beneath your fingers.
For now, she's seen enough uniqueness in person to last her a good while, so the question can remain where it is, at the back of her mind, unanswered and uncared for. Alexa exits the shop with a deliberately nonchalant wave and without looking back. It's started raining, a lukewarm spring rain that doesn't stick.
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[ It's time to go, Alexa can tell, it's really time to go and with some effort, she manages to grab the bag that Stacy has loaded with gifts (as well as her number on fucking nail polish-decked paper) and step away from the counter, turning halfway to the side, making it obvious that she's heading onwards. Out. The street is calling or some shit... She feels like she needs the biggest fucking coffee they can give her at Starbucks. She feels simultaneously like crap and thin air. Without being religious or anything, Heaven's still a close call here, there's a straight line to Hell from that place, yeah? ]
Take care, Stacy.
[ It's said in a loud voice over one shoulder while she flees the mostly pink-pastel-paradise of this damn Glitter store. Stacy's name is light and bubbly on her tongue, a bit like the girl herself and there's a moment where Alexa wonders what she'll taste like, beyond the usual, the ordinary. There's always a certain degree of personality in a girl's taste, her scent, how she feels beneath your fingers.
For now, she's seen enough uniqueness in person to last her a good while, so the question can remain where it is, at the back of her mind, unanswered and uncared for. Alexa exits the shop with a deliberately nonchalant wave and without looking back. It's started raining, a lukewarm spring rain that doesn't stick.
She's so going to the nearest Starbucks, fuck. ]