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her gaze drifted to stefanie's hand, the restless fidgeting with the ring, the sharp spike of anxiety that isn't entirely her own threading beneath her ribs. she softens her stance without thinking. —
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stefanie looked towards the woman, nodding as she scratched the back of her neck. she exhaled a soft sigh before speaking.
"uh, tomorrow at six? i'll text you a meeting spot?" she blinked a few times. was this real life right now? she shook her head
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— " yeah ... yeah, it'll be okay. " she pauses. " maybe not easy. probably not pretty. but okay? we can get it there. "
her voice carried a quiet certainty, the kind that doesn't rely on hope so much as —
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there's so much about him that she can't put her finger on. at least he's intriguing. she likes that.
she gladly takes the glass he slides in her direction, picking it up and giving the liquor a small —
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a smile etched onto his lips as he nodded. his full body turning towards her to speak. "you could say that," his tone louder than usual. "i've got a friend that works here. gives me the expensive drinks." he grinned, sliding a glass towards her.
"let loose. have some fun.
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— she asks, forcing her tone to appear casual, like this is just two friends meeting up for a drink, but anyone could hear that tremble, practically feel that sudden dryness in her throat.
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⎯⎯ ⋆ 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒏 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒓 .ᐟ
𝒇𝒐𝒓 𓂃 ˓@RedKnightOfHell
the motel bar is half - asleep, a jukebox croaking some forgotten song. isla sits alone with her drink, trying to quiet —
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𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘭? it has to be some sort of joke, she thinks, but she can’t deny how sinister that the energy emitting off of the woman is. there’s no ignoring that. she’s got to play this smart.
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her usual worries are left at the door as soon as she steps inside, ensuring not to go too far ahead. she’d let the pro lead the way.
“ you’ve been here before, i assume? ” she asks, attempting to raise her voice over the —
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his gaze flickered over her features, a slight head tilt as he stayed silent for a moment. a slight furrow of his brow as he his gaze dropped to her smile which resulted in his own returning.
"i won't lose you. i’m good at keeping an eye on people." he spoke as he
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pausing at the door, eyes staring straight ahead, the flash of colourful lights flickering across her visage. this is 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘵 of people. she braces herself for the impact, like an all - consuming blow of their mixed emotions. —
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a grin formed on his lips as he nodded towards her. a flick of his tongue as he hummed. "damn. good thing i’m good at waiting. i've got some patience." he murmured quietly.
soon reaching the club, he grabbed a side door and opened it, glancing over towards her.
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— but then, it never comes. it doesn’t swallow her. doesn’t knock her off her feet. in fact, all she senses is … fun. they’re carefree. for one night, this is her escape.
she looks up at him, her previously uncertain —
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