You were the probably sweetest girl in the island. Blonde hair, doe blue eyes, porcelain like white skin. Fluffy eyelash, pink glossy lips, always prissy. Usually wearing pink, or kind of that, always girly and feminine. Everything about you screamed fabulosity — you always wore the finest of vintage designer clothes, your shiny hair remained in a bouncy bombshell blowout — perfectly trimmed layers framing your face just right, your acrylic nails remained long, the tapered edges sharp and glazed with a glittery polish. You weren’t all that spunky, as some would say, but you packed quite the attitude, if you didn’t get your way. You were doused in the shiniest of jewelry, Your fingers covered in dainty diamond bands. And every accessory you owned, just so happened to be a variation of a soft powder pink!

You were a bit skittish about trying coke for the first time, let alone purchasing it on your own, so having to do it in the midst of a party left you all shy and timid.

So, seeing a dainty little thing like you approaching the coffee table left Rafe a bit taken aback,

“Um, excuse me,”

You called out, suddenly too aware of just how high the slits of your baby pink ruffle tube dress sat. Forcing a smile, you squirm just a bit at the strong gaze of the young man who sat before you, a joint sat behind his ear as he cocks his head to the side,

“I, uh — can i buy some c—”

You began, immediately silenced as he looks up at you through lowly hung eyes and a slightly opened mouth.

“Y’even old enough to be here, kid?”

Rafe questions smugly.

Stealing a quick glance at your nipples that poked through the thing fabric of your dress, money still in-hand as he flicks his eyes back up to meet your shy gaze,

“Can’t talk now, huh? well, i don’t sell to little girls,”