#kekkeke im kinda obsessed w them......

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          she's kind of surprised at the other's inexperience, but it's mostly because of the stark contrast between them. the two are basically opposites – down to their hair color. ❛ yeah, it's too easy to get them these days. but they won't ever know the greatness of a cigarette. ❜ she's just being extra now, poking fun as if she isn't part of 'the youth' herself. if she could see irene's blush in the darkness, she'd be teasing her too. a breath of relief leaves gracie's lips when the blonde agrees, realizing just how much she wanted to leave the party despite having originally come here on her own accord. ❛ i just have to run inside real quick to grab something. come with me, won't be long. ❜ she stands up and trots over back to the bustling party – almost too used to having her orders followed because she barely gives the other time to object. behind the glass sliding doors the bodies have multiplied, and somehow the music has gotten worse since gracie stepped out. right before sliding the door open, she holds out a hand to the blonde. ❛ stay close. ❜

carefully, she holds the plastic stick, looking down at it was a strange fascination. the world moves so fast, it seems. before the tragic event happened that got irene banished from heaven, she’d been down to earth a few times. they never had things like this-vapes. their smoke came from burning herbs, waving around gold lantern-like objects around in church, and great fires.

high school. irene never went to high school, she didn’t need to. but from her observations it seemed like a period of time where many experimented with a number of things-drugs, words, sex. “younger kids do this stuff?” she asks, voice strained with surprise. she looks back down at the stick.

the sound of a curse word coming from the other brings a rush of blood to her cheeks. it slipped out so easily, like it was nothing. eons of reprimanding others for their sins begs her to say something to gracie, remind her not to use such foul language. but one look at her and irene somehow manages to swallow back any heavenly advice. instead, she nods, gives a soft smile, “yeah. let’s get out of here.”