"Wait, where? "
"I don't know. I just know I want to leave right now, I'm tired of these assholes."
I stepped out of the room. "I haven't got anything to wear."
"That's a minor problem that can easily be fixed."
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I ran my hands over the soft material of the skirt. I pulled the skirt higher to reach the tight white crop sweater.
"They're high waisted for a reason, sweetheart. Don't worry about showing a little skin. "
"This is so beautiful. "
"Thank you, the whole outfit was on sale. It's crazy, we're the exact same size. You're a fucking stick and my hips and thighs are larger then yours, but it still fits. "
"You're so sweet."
"Grab that handbag. By the vanity, yeah. Turn around and let me see. "
She eyed me with a grin.
"Perfect."
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Daniel's P.O.V
I spun around the crowded room, that's what it felt like despite the space. The canvases cornered me. I took a step forward, losing my balance and tumbling to the floor. My hand quickly went in front of me trying to break my fall but instead, my head hit the side of a table knocking over bottle of paint. Everything felt as if it were moving in slow motion. I could feel the paint dripping from my hair to my neck, some off the bridge of my nose and into my eyes. It didn't even burn.
I just wanted more. I scrambled to my feet, trying to reach the container. I slipped falling on my wrist as it was turned out. I felt the pain shoot up my arm, my mouth parted but not a single yelp came out.
Still, I tried to bring myself to reach the small container.
I grabbed the edge of the table, putting my weight on it to pull myself up. The corner of my mouth twitched as i was able to stand up. I ripped the cap off, pouring the rest of the small pills on my tongue.
I then realized how much i already had when only two fell out. Throwing the container aside, i growled lowly. That only left me with one thing to do.
Angel's P.O.V
We walked the streets in silence. The buildings were tall and made of brick, mostly. But still, they sent off a vintage vibe.
"Where are we going? "
She looked at me from the corner of her eyes.
"Why are you so inquisitive? "
"I-i just want to know where we are going. .."
She looked at me with her eyes squinted. "To a strip club."
"Oohh, that sounds fun." I wonder if it was hard at all for her to know that my excitement was superficial.
"A cafe. My favourite in the town. Counter Cafe, the food is just so good. It's nearly as good as sex. It's fucking amazing. Unlike Daniel, who likes Dream bags & Jaguar shoes. They aren't bad, the coffee is okay. But he just goes for the exhibits. It looks neat over there with all those lights on the walls, but the food can't compare to Counter. And its weird because of the same ratings but you find vacationers at Counter and junkies with no job and no money trying to sell a piece of shit painting at that other cafe."
She looked at me bemused. "You have no fucking idea what I'm saying, do you? "
My eyes were blank, my lower lip caught between my teeth.
