soleilverts:

                      —— ❝ And you’re clearly eighty years
                old. —I’m done waiting for this damned, bus.❞

           Swinging her backpack off her shoulders, Carmen
                then removed her jacket. She’d only done as
                 such due to the shirt she was wearing. It did,
             surprisingly, make her chest far more prominent.
          Tossing her jacket over her arm, she walked out onto
          the road to flag a car down. After she’d leaned through
              the window and had a brief chat to the driver, she
             signaled for the annoying shit of a boy to come over
        before returning her attention back to the person in the car.

                      —— ❝ But yeah, like I said, it’d be, like,
                totally rad of you if you could give me and my
               brother a lift. I got a little drunk so, like, walking
           home when it’s starting to get dark—duh, you’d have
                        to be, like, so dumb to try that, right?.❞

                 furrowing his eyebrows, he stepped closer towards her
                 & listened in to the exchange happening between her &
                the driver. a light scoff left  his lips before he took her arm
                & pulled her aside, leaning closer to her features as words
                              rolled off his tongue in a hushed tone. 

                          ❛  – yeah, no. don’t drag me into this. i’d much
                             rather wait for a bus that’ll never come than to get
                              into a car with some sketchy dude who looks like
                              he gets off on taking you up the ass & making me
                            watch. & what’re you even ‘gonna do to repay him ?
                             flash him your itty bitties & give him a 'lil rub 'n tug
                              before you go ? he’s freaky as shit & you know it.  ❜