[ faith stakes out a corner to toss the bottle of used-to-be-full-of-space-whiskey she's repurposed as a water bottle, wishing for a second whoever dragged them here had thought to toss a pair of sweats and a sports bra into that locker with her stuff. not like going commando or tits out bugs her, but jeans constrict your range of motion a little. usually that's no big deal, but she's been keeping an eye out and there are a lot of people around here who make her want to keep everything operating top of the line. if she goes down, it better be legit and not because it took her an extra millisecond to get her legs where they need to be.
whatever, if it gets bad she can make do, or trade somebody for something of theirs down the line. on sleep with a dude who owns and pair and snake them on her way out the door, either/or. she's adaptable.
for now, she just keeps her eyes on the people around her, assessing who's here to play around and who's looking for the real thing. no shame either way, but she's still riding the high killing all those-- hybrids, wes called them, gave her. no need to seek out something hardcore when she's relaxed enough this is fun and not necessary, not yet. ]
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whatever, if it gets bad she can make do, or trade somebody for something of theirs down the line. on sleep with a dude who owns and pair and snake them on her way out the door, either/or. she's adaptable.
for now, she just keeps her eyes on the people around her, assessing who's here to play around and who's looking for the real thing. no shame either way, but she's still riding the high killing all those-- hybrids, wes called them, gave her. no need to seek out something hardcore when she's relaxed enough this is fun and not necessary, not yet. ]