𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐈𝐬 𝐖𝐚𝐫 - 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐬

𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘛𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘷𝘦

Day Off

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"Hand it over bitch." Eleanor took one last hit of the joint before passing it over to Fatin, the girl's laying on a rock beside the water taking a well-needed break. "Do you think Martha's gonna die over there?" "After taking the amount of edibles she did, probably not, then again the first time I did that, I thought I saw a field of fucking ponies in my front yard." Fatin snorted sitting up to look at Martha dancing nearby, the edibles she mistook for candy really beginning to settle in.

"It's nice, we're taking a break from all of it, actually, I think we should go over and join them. It's a fucking fiesta over there." Fatin stood up, wobbling slightly from the drugs settling into her system, her hand reaching out for Eleanor to take. "I'm pretty sure your sister is tripping motherfucking balls dude." "Well, we're gonna die so, might as well get some firsts out of the way. Dying a virgin already sucks enough." Fatin laughed again as Eleanor took her hand, the two slowly making their way over to the girls laying on the sand in a small deformed circle.

"We are here to join the fiesta of death." Fatin giggled, falling down onto the ground and dragging Nell down with her both girls laughing as they tripped, a few of the others giggling as well. "I'm so fucking blissed out. If only I could just have one more orgasm before I die, that is my last wish. I'd say that was my dying wish to be exact." The girl cackled, Eleanor moving to lay against her sister who's eyes were as red as her hair, Nell smiling as her lopsided expression. "So you haven't, like, self-induced?" "No. I can't do it with my hands, actually. I have this weird cello-vibrato PTSD. It's a whole thing." Eleanor turned away from Fatin, meeting Toni's eyes that were already on her both sharing the same look before turning to Dot as she began to talk.

"So your electric toothbrush hasn't seen any action? I mean, we've all just assumed." "I might be a horny bitch, but I'm not gonna scrub my teeth and my labia with the same brush. Wait. Who has got off here?" Everyone but the sisters, Martha, Rachel, and Fatin raised their hands, the girls looking around while laughing, Toni's eyes landing on Eleanor once again as she put her hand back down with a smirk, the girl shaking her head while laughing. "Can I ask... where do you all even go to do it?" "Yeah, like, how in the hell do y'all get comfortable?" Fatin nodded at Eleanor's comment, turning to look at the ones who raised their hands.

"What I like to do is just take Martha's suitcase..." Martha sat up quickly looking at Dot with a fake face of disgust, the girls giggling as she spoke. "...open it up and just get inside it." The girls cheered either laughing or clapping to Dot's exaggerated tone. "What's everyone talkin' about?" Shelby suddenly appeared beside Eleanor and Diana, both redheads turning to look at her through the sun, having to squint to see her. "Getting off inside suitcases." "Orgasms." Leah and Eleanor both spoke at the same time, looking at each other before giggling, Leah's head falling into Eleanor's lap, the three now in a pile.