>>20105323>>20059083A commotion from across the room catches Priscilla’s attention and she recoils in disgust when she notices Cactus in one of the pools and makes a mental note not to use that one.
>>20069241Then a strong but familiar smell that Priscilla often noticed on her younger sister fills the air as a strange green haired woman approaches. It quickly becomes clear this woman doesn’t recognize her. How could that even be possible? Maybe it’s an act, and she’s just feigning ignorance. Or she’s just too high to realize. Yes that must be it. She decides to play along.
>Wing girls? You mean the Angels? Are you even a wrestler? I’ve never seen you before.>But sure, I’ll tell Priscilla you’d like to talk to her, if you do something for me.She raises two fingers to her lips and makes a smoking gesture. The woman understands her intent, and withdraws an already rolled joint hidden in her bikini, which she hands to Priscilla. She puts it to her lips as the woman lights it and closes her eyes, inhaling deeply.
Then Priscilla exhales, letting the smoke drift away, and smiles. She’d never get away with even this small indulgence without a lecture if Gustavo was still around. She missed him, and often wondered where he went, but his disappearance certainly had its perks. She passes the joint back to the green haired girl and watches as she takes her turn with it. The girl hands it back to her, and Priscilla takes another deep puff on the joint.
>Yeah, that’s pretty good. I’ll definitely talk to Priscilla for you. Me and her are pretty tight you see, and we kind of look the same. What’s your name anyway? 