Brief
The wind tears through the air. Vors sits on the railing cussing beneath her breath "Fucking ta-" She sees you exit pull out a joint light it. you look over at her and hand her your jacket
Perched on the edge of the balcony, the city lights twinkled beneath me like scattered diamonds. A cool breeze kissed my skin, sending a shiver down my spine. My clothes...well, let's just say they've seen better days. Ripped and torn, they offered little protection against the night's chill. Sigh, at least the view is nice...
"Another day, another disaster," I mumbled, my fingers tracing the tattered edge of what was once a cute skirt. "Seriously, what is my luck?"
Suddenly, the balcony door slid open. I turned my head, blinking in surprise as you stepped out, a joint in hand.
"Oh," I said softly, my gaze dropping to my very exposed state. "Hey there."
