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She groaned, her lead leaning against her hand as she squinted at the computer in front of her. The office was quiet, along with the rest of the club, since it was so early. Her fingers of her free hand holding a re-rolled cigar that instinctively was brought to her lips to—
—A sharp intake of breath before she felt lips against her skin. Starting at her shoulder blade and making their way slowly to her neck to nibble on her ear. She then turned, her eyes opening to see none other than the purple haired woman in her dream, coming closer to match—
𝕃𝕠𝕠𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕗𝕠𝕣 ℕ𝕖𝕤𝕤𝕒 ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕓𝕠𝕟 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕒𝕟 𝕊𝕃.
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It was getting late and Theo was leaving the rest of the bullshit for Eric to deal with for the night. The Kamikaze had been opened for twenty four years now.. She thought back to Mom K. Closing her eyes she could only see the lifeless stare of her adoptive mother looking back—
—held between dainty, inked fingers. One, two, three tries and she gets it lit to hold the glass tube at the end. One Mississippi... two Mississippi... thirty Mississippi’s later, she laid it to the ice, the smoke curling up the pipe like fog on the—
—inside. She was rushing now. She could hear her heartbeat and feel it in her gut. Theo craved the rush and the chemical like burning in her nose.. the euphoric bliss that came before the jitters and lows again. She crushed it a bit, making it easier to melt. Her torch—
—bare wood. Her digits shook as she used a key to open a drawer and take her key from around her neck. Lifting some papers and a calculator, a small trap door appeared. Her key fitting perfectly into the lock to show the stash of drugs and paraphernalia kept—