Savannah and Teagan- 10/4 12:30am
At this time, Teagan has just left a circle of weed smoking and she’s high, a little drunk and completely craving maple, candies bacon. It’s a delicacy that she thinks about sometimes at her highest, when her eyes are glass pools and the world is tilting in high flash colors. There’s plenty of food, more food than most people in the world now probably have access too but she can’t help gulping down the empty desire, a lump in her throat as she moves past the round-up, spinning with screaming kids and howling Patches.
She vaguely considers getting in line but thinks better of it, until at least, her high settles into a stone low.
Up ahead she catches sight of a mess of tumbling blonde hair and it’s not a difficult thing to catch up to Savannah. Maybe it’s seeing Maizie a little while ago, but she decides to make proper introductions now that the LBJ and the Dog Park are supposed to be allies.
“Howdy.” Teagan looks over to the other with as bright a smile as one can have at 12:30 at night. “Havin’ fun?”