Sanha waltzed happily into the cluB with orange juice in his mind and tape stuck to his nose. This was not how he expected to spend his night.
Sanha made his way over to the dj and swayed to the sick beats that were playing. "EVERYBODY'S GOOD AT COOKING SOMETHING AND I'M GOOD AT COOKING CRUMBLE" Lorraine Bowen's angelic voice blasted and filled Sanhas ears.
A shady looking man with a familiar green ugly face came over to sanha while he was dancing to the crumble song and offered him drugs.
OF COURSE SANHA SAID GIVE ME THOSE DRUGS. The devils lettuce was nice and crisp, just like orange juice.
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Wasted | YSH
FanfictionSanha turns of age and decided it would be best to waltz into a club without a clue as to how clubs work. He meets someone and after a seemingly endless, exhausting night they fall in love. Read to find out what happens between the two lovers.
