Opium!

[raventonbeauty]

In a room quite near the main room yet far enough away so that the smoke is mostly contained, Ashley Raventon is passed out on a couch, completely high on opium. He's in a mood to share, so he's hotboxed the entire room. The heavy, sweet smoke is mostly contained by the closed doors, but the scent of it has wafted here and there, strains of it

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[opium_soul]

Rev is to this room as the proverbial moth to a flame.

"Man, this is like heaven."

[raventonbeauty]

"Hello." Ashley gave her a stoned smile. "Who's to say it isn't?"

[opium_soul]

"Not me, that's for sure," she smiles back, taking a seat on the floor and inhaling deeply. "Where'd you find it?"

[raventonbeauty]

"Around. I've got plenty." Ashley smiles at her, just a little bit flirtatious. "I'm Ashley."

[opium_soul]

She laughs. "I think you just became my new best friend. I'm Rev."

[raventonbeauty]

"That's good." Ashley giggled. "I don't have many friends, and especially not any as pretty as you."

T: Just be warned that flirting back may cause repercussions from Ashley's incestuous and jealous older brother. I highly encourage it, but that's because I encourage sadism towards pups, and I'm generally a horrible person.

[opium_soul]

"You know what? Neither do I," she leans in conspiratorially, "because I hate people who are as pretty as I am."

[raventonbeauty]

"Oh no," Ashley bemoaned, pouting. "Don't hate me." Ashley is remarkably pretty, after all.

[opium_soul]

"I meant other women, mostly. Men are pretty in a different way."

[raventonbeauty]

"That's all right, then." Ashley grinned at her, a little wobbly. "Now I've gone hungry. Should've thought to bring food in here."