Ailis grinned to herself as she danced with her eyes closed to the hard beat, hips swaying and pushing back against the boy she was dancing with, hands reaching back to rub along his hips and bare stomach. She could feel the stud of his belly jewelry digging into her back but she didn't care. The music was good and she was flying high. This was her party. She was on top of the world and no one could stop her.
A sudden intrusive voice mentioned something about not taking what the shady guy at the bar had given her, but Ailis was too entranced by the dancing and the music to give a damn. The warning was almost unnecessary as she had already decided that purple glowing shit was sketch as fuck. The thoughts disappeared however with a hand on her waist and a boy breathing smoke across her neck.
Leaning her head back against his shoulder at the smoke, she inhaled greedily from the joint that once again found its way to her lips. Opening her eyes as she turned to look at him, a sudden urge struck her and she decided to indulge it. Her hand passed up over his, finger's gliding on his neck to turn his face towards her as she leaned in close as if to kiss him. Sober there was no way in hell she would be this bold, but with chemical confidence in her blood and after a moments hesitation she got closer and just before their lips touched she would exhale the spice into his mouth.
@Mr. Teatime
A sudden intrusive voice mentioned something about not taking what the shady guy at the bar had given her, but Ailis was too entranced by the dancing and the music to give a damn. The warning was almost unnecessary as she had already decided that purple glowing shit was sketch as fuck. The thoughts disappeared however with a hand on her waist and a boy breathing smoke across her neck.
Leaning her head back against his shoulder at the smoke, she inhaled greedily from the joint that once again found its way to her lips. Opening her eyes as she turned to look at him, a sudden urge struck her and she decided to indulge it. Her hand passed up over his, finger's gliding on his neck to turn his face towards her as she leaned in close as if to kiss him. Sober there was no way in hell she would be this bold, but with chemical confidence in her blood and after a moments hesitation she got closer and just before their lips touched she would exhale the spice into his mouth.
@Mr. Teatime