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*hisses slightly at the wax as he takes the candle and sets it on the counter* Are you al-*eyes widen and he coughs once before taking a slight step back*

*completes thought, smirking slightly* Fingers…

*bites his lip slightly without realizing* ..right. *picks up the candle again, handing it to her as he clears his throat, still trying to clear his head*

*grazes his hand as she grabs the candle, still shivering; flashes him a coy smile* Well, good night. *saunters away*

*shivers slightly* …good night?

*shakes her head slightly, amused, walking out the door, then reaches into her belt to get her stash and finds it absent* Shit! *turns quickly, the gust putting out the candle, and raps on the door again*

*laughs quietly* It blew out again.

*practically shoves past him, frantically looking around; panicked* No, I think that I dropped my stash!

Your stash? *it clicks and he groans* No. No… *moaning it slightly*

*doesn’t notice, absently pacing, searching the counter, even glancing at Mark himself*

*closes his eyes and takes a deep breath before talking* Why don’t you just..forget about it? I mean, you look like you’re 16! *frowns realizing she really does*

*glares at him* I’m nineteen! *smiles coyly* But I’m old for my age… *sidles up to him, whispering in his ear* I’m just born to be bad.

*sucks in a breath at the proximity then, rolling his eyes, muttering* I’ve heard that before.

*steps back, raising an eyebrow; intrigued* Oh?

From a friend. *gestures to her* He used to shiver like that too.

*intrigued glance quickly turns to a glare as she wraps her arms around herself* The dickwad landlord shut off my heat.

*raises his eyebrow* Ours too. He used to sweat like that too.. *gives her a look that says, go ahead explain it away I’m not stopping*

*waves a hand* I have a cold. *looks at the floor, murmuring* Maybe it’s on the floor…? *kneels, crawling, her face close to the ground as she searches for her stash*

*runs his hand though his hair* The floor? *sighs*

*continues to crawl, her skirt sliding up to reveal her lacy white bloomers (and a pretty nice ass); mumbling to herself* I’m illin’… It was pure, too!

*coughs and averts his eyes, a blush dusting his cheeks; more to himself really* He used to be a junkie…