Margo was a classy fucking broad, okay?
And sometimes classy broads grabbed a chair and hung out outside their house with their stupid, insomnia-addled brain and worked their way through a bottle of wine. So she almost missed the weird green-ringed talky bullshit the moon was pulling.
"Well, fuck me," she muttered, squinting up at it. "What favor do I want?"
She could've come up with some good shit a week ago. Right now, all she wanted was sleep.
[[ can be open. I just wanted to do *something* before I forgot to ]]
And sometimes classy broads grabbed a chair and hung out outside their house with their stupid, insomnia-addled brain and worked their way through a bottle of wine. So she almost missed the weird green-ringed talky bullshit the moon was pulling.
"Well, fuck me," she muttered, squinting up at it. "What favor do I want?"
She could've come up with some good shit a week ago. Right now, all she wanted was sleep.
[[ can be open. I just wanted to do *something* before I forgot to ]]