21 sevika ARCANE
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β οΌ οΌTIPSY β MISS LUXURYοΌ οΌοΌ β’β’β’β’β’β’β’β’β’β’β’β’β’
ΰΌβ§βΛ. * sevika was at a table, gambling on some low betting game again. leaning back against her chair and man-spreading, lazily holding her cards.
you were very much a outgoing person, a party girl, there was three things you loved. one, partying two, sevika three, not giving a shit
you never took life seriously and you never intended to. βlive fast, die young.β was your motto. you promised yourself to live without regrets and to live to the fullest.
soβright now, you were dancing and drinking in the crowd of people with the bright flashing lights shining and blinding you.
sevika glanced over to you, making sure youβre safe while partying, although she wouldnβt admit it outright.