𝐓𝐔𝐌𝐁𝐋𝐑 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋𝐒, outer banks

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ʟᴏᴀᴅɪɴɢ...

tw. drug abuse

two pairs of feet, protected by the unmistakable logo of converse, swayed in the slight wind as they hovered over a lake of rippling water.

in the reflection, a girl with dark hair and, if you squinted, a plethora of freckles could be made out.

her hair ruffled in the breeze, upturned nose wrinkling as she pushed herself to her feet.

she let out a hefty sigh, as if the world sat upon her shoulders. her manicured hands hiked her denim shorts back up her waist from where they had slightly fallen, her white gold rings glistening in the sun.

her feet padded against the dock, hips swaying as her strides began to fill with purpose.

she hopped down the steps at the beginning of the dock and perched her sunglasses atop of her chocolate locks. the frame pushed away any hair that would taint her vision, whilst revealing the mascara-covered eyelashes that just about tickled her brow bones.

the scuffed white paint and chips out of the door caught her attention as she approached, a constant reminder of how out of place she was.

this was not her side of the island.

"princess, oh princess." a drawling voice called, a body exiting the disgruntled door. "your shit's ready, gon' need my money."

fallon squinted her eyes at the man, raking them up and down his figure. she let out a scoff, laced with disgust, as she reached into her back pocket and pulled out a small stack of cash.

barry's gaze lit up, hands greedily reaching for the bundle. fallon stepped back slightly, a teasing smirk invading her plump lips. her hands waved the cash in front of his face, before yanking it back and sneering at his eagerness.

"not so fast, b." she said as he narrowed his eyes at the nickname, yet they were still glued into the wad of money in her hand. "let me see that you've got it all."

fallon wasn't stupid. she understood the tactics and games barry liked to use on his customers, and she had come to decipher the ones he reserved specifically for her.

"does country club know you're here?" barry attempted to wiggle his way under her skin, yet received nothing but a single eyebrow raise.

"course he fucking doesn't." she stated, re-counting the bills in her grasp in an attempt occupy her hands and prolong the interaction.

his eyes flickered up to meet hers, a knowing look etched onto his worn out face. he raised a hand to scratch at his head, and she could tell he was becoming impatient with her stalling.

"yeah, yeah." he murmured, daring to take a step closer to the girl. "of course he doesn't. i got your shit."

he opened up his palm to reveal two, identical bags of white powder, a smirk gracing the side of his mouth.