☾⛧☽ 𝑑𝑎𝑟𝑙𝑎

⠀ 𓂃 𝑑𝑎𝑟𝑙𝑎——𝑐𝑜𝑟𝑒 ⠀

⠀ ‘ you really think i give a shit about the no smoking sign .ᐣ it’s a fucking waffle house. ’ ⠀

⠀ it’s not like she’s gonna run away with it. ⠀

⠀ if she was a bit more sober and not so bored, she’d tell him to fuck off. it’s not like the drugs in her system will let her remember this too well. darla rolls her eyes. “aye, aye, captain,” she responds dryly before sticking out a red stained tongue with dead eyes. ⠀

⠀ she want to try it on. ⠀

⠀ she likes the one on his thumb. ⠀

⠀ oh, so that’s all you view me as .ᐣ ⠀

⠀ she’s twiddling with the shoelaces of her beat up converse——the type of over worn that’ll make her ankles break through the back soon. the company is unexpected, but it’s not unwelcome. “darla,” she says curtly. “is it my turn to ask what you’re doing out here .ᐣ” ⠀

⠀ let’s use our words. ⠀

⠀ she’s okay. she’s been through worse. all they need is a good rinsing off. ⠀

⠀ a mischievous, smug closed lip smile forms. another shrug. “yeah. it can be weed.” she can’t give away everything under her sleeve just yet. who knows if this girl is a snitch or not .ᐣ she’s very pretty, though. strikingly so. ⠀

⠀ why do stupid fucking gas stations have to stop selling alcohol at midnight .ᐣ who has a spare beer or two .ᐣ ⠀

⠀ “why not .ᐣ” she shrugs with a look of animosity. in truth, she was waiting on someone, but it doesn’t appear that person will be showing. “it’s quiet. i can get high in peace. why are you being so nosey .ᐣ” ⠀

⠀ low eyes take a moment to register the girl in the vehicle. darla looks a mess. her tights are ripped to shreds along with her knees. “oh,” she laughs lightheartedly. this is a regular night for her. “i’m fine. i slipped on some rocks over there.” ⠀

⠀ sitting on a curb near an empty park. scratched up and bloody knees ache from her clumsy tumble against rocks. ⠀