Dizzy/Charlie Room B 12:30am
Dizzy had to hold back from spitting out her Absinthe at his deep dicking comment. "Oh good she's going to get a deep dicking, not a shallow dicking. I'll make note of it immediately." Dizzy joked, amused by his need to throw in that added unnecessary detail. Fingers idly rose up to toy with loosely curled strands of brunette as she pondered the question he's propsed.
Why was she here? Because she was lonely. And bored. Because she wanted a break from feeling lost and out of place in the world. But none of those were acceptable answers for sharing. "Well, Halloween's not for a while, girl's gotta jump at an excuse to look super slutty without judgement." Shoulders were shrugged as she offered a shallow and usually expected answer. Just like when people gave her shit about smoking because she was so young. Her only retort at their questioning was 'It makes me look cool.' Which fortunately was usually the end of the cigarette discussion altogether. "What do you mean clearly I'm not looking to get laid?" It hit her a second later, damn, had her desperate horny teenage girl act not worked again? "What makes you so sure? Maybe I'm just not desperate."