Re: Interior hallway
MK was learning the hard way, once again, that she couldn't rely on anyone in the world but herself. Me, myself, and I. That was the saying, right? Yeah, that would be her from now on. She would have her fun, succumb to the temptations her world of fucked-up models and socialites had to offer, and she wouldn't care. No one else did, after all so why should she? It left a new, reckless taste in her mouth, something foreign from even her years prior to Las Vegas. Then, it was more hatred and loss and searching for the missing piece. Now? Well, now apathy ruled the day.
MK beamed when Sam gave her the once-over, warm smile twisting into a wry smirk. "You don't look too bad yourself, gorgeous." She reached over to tug on the collar of that button-up shirt. The blonde looked hot, too, and they were definitely not going to have a problem forgetting whoever tonight. "And thank fucking god for that," she said of no one ruining their fun time. Lord knew Adam was nowhere to be found. He wouldn't be coming to save her, at least. "Fuck them. The world is our oyster, or whatever people like to say."