M - take it on the run, baby

Lolita Monroe · 07-22-2010, 02:51 PM

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WARNING This thread contains: drug usage, and mild sexual content starting with the 1st post. Reader discretion is advised.

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For Niro! 300+ words.

The creamy Dahlian had made the trek to the coast near her uncle's pack with care, hoping she could keep her distance. Lolita did not want to chance seeing her uncle now, but she was a glutton for punishment and wanted to risk going nearby. She would not trespass, of course, but she wanted to see if she could get close without him knowing. She did not mind the idea of someone else from his pack finding her. In fact, she had prepared for it, slipping two almost-full bottles of vodka and two pre-rolled joints in her bag. Most that she came across enjoyed engaging in such things, and she liked to share. Perhaps, if a member of her uncle's pack found her, she could offer to share with them. Lolita was feeling adventurous tonight.

The sun had already set an hour prior, but that was no matter. Lolita hardly had a sleep schedule, so the time she made her way to the beach was unimportant. She had brought a blanket she'd found in the closet of her city house, a deep red blanket that was thick and soft. Sand would be hardly comfortable beneath her, and since she intended to get very inebriated, she did not want to be uncomfortable. The flamboyant woman spread the blanket out with it sitting close to where the tide was coming in. Satisfied with the blanket's position, the thin woman sat herself down, her feet in the sand beyond the blanket's edge so that the cold, salty water could lap at her feet. The woman leaned back, propping herself up on her elbow while she dug through the faded leather bag by her side, pulling out one of the joints and one of the bottles. Deftly, she lit the end and inhaled, washing the smoke down with vodka.

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