002| text + photo| phone

[femmefashionaire]

Okay, so I had my first echo.

Well, no, that's not true. It's my second echo, but it's towers he first one that I actually knew what was going on, and the first which I was conscious for. Thomas and I were heading down to the towers, but we didn't get too close before my mouth exploded on me.

Check it out!


#allnatural #nomakeup #selfie

Giving head will never be the same.

Comments

text, phone;

[somesayinfire]

Oh wow! They work well with the piercings and tattoos, I think. I've seen people pay out the ass for surgeries like that. I bet talking is hard, though.

[femmefashionaire]

Mhmm, I don't mind it so much. The tattoos and piercings weren't quite my idea, either, though. And you should have heard my lisp when they first came in!! They actually stick out over my lower lip.

[somesayinfire]

Do they at least fit with your non echo style? I guess what I'm asking is if the fangs would be a turn-off to the guys you normally give head to.

[femmefashionaire]

I suppose they do. I did want a tattoo...though not quite to this magnitude. And as for the guys I usually give head to...well they're a lot more male than they used to be, if you know what I mean.

[somesayinfire]

Oh damn, there I go assuming again. Well, no time to waste. Go do some research. I want the results on my desk at 0800.

[femmefashionaire]

Well the one dude I offered it to was a little...frightened for the health of his manhood afterwards. I cut my own lip, so I can't imagine what it would do to much more sensitive skin.

[somesayinfire]

You cut your own lip? Wow, you're flexible.

Sorry, I've never talked to you before and now I'm drunk texting you, this is awful.

[femmefashionaire]

You're drunk?? Now I'm just jealous >8I

[somesayinfire]

Paralyzed arm, maybe losing my job, I think I have a reason to drink. I always thought body mod was interesting but not like this. Thanks, secret numbers club and its dumb echoes.

[femmefashionaire]

It's actually the shittiest club in the universe. I'll come drink with you if you need someone to talk to.

[somesayinfire]

You'd come out and drink with someone who opened a conversation by bitching about her problems? You must be really forgiving.

[femmefashionaire]

Drinking and listening to people bitch about their problems is pretty much my favorite thing to do. It's my 'thing'.

[somesayinfire]

Therapist? Or just gossipy? I could probably use either of those right now. Want my address, cute stranger from the internet?

[femmefashionaire]

Hmm, a bit of both, but more of the latter than the first, depending on who you talk to. I would love your address, also cute stranger from the internet.

[somesayinfire]

[she types it in; it's a modest apartment complex in a decent part of town.] Call me Brooke. Shave and a haircut on the buzzer gets you in.

[a couple minutes later, she sends another text.]

If it gets weird, feel free to leave.

[femmefashionaire]

You would have to try harder than that to get rid of me. I have to bike there so I'll be a little bit~

Shall I bring the ice cream and a bottle of cake vodka?

[somesayinfire]

Totally. I've wanted to try the cake vodka for ages. I just have this 100 proof schnapps. Thanks, btw.

[femmefashionaire]

Np. Like I said, it's totally my thing. Now brb while I ride like the wind.

[She goes offline while she hops on her bike and navigates the city. She actually doesn't live too far away, but she is new to the city, so it takes the better part of an hour to ring the buzzer.]

[somesayinfire]

[in an hour's time it's a wonder Brooke remembers her own name. something about her recent turn of events has just... well, it's not been good for her. she's been trying to keep a good face for the numbers club and for work, but faking it only goes so far. the buzzer snaps her out of her reverie; she staggers over to the intercom to let her guest enter the building.]

Come on up, cute internet stranger!

[femmefashionaire]

[Pia snorts, wondering how she'll ever catch up without downing half the vodka. She hasn't drank since the day she got her first echo, but she's damn ready; she's certainly earned it.]

My name is Pia, sweetie. I'll be right up~

[somesayinfire]

Looking forward to it!

[Brooke repeats the name to herself after she's off the air. it's easy enough. her right arm still done up in a cast and otherwise rigid alongside her body, she strolls over to her kitchen and takes a second shot glass out of the cabinet. even drunk, she's gotten used to working with one arm. no sense being a bad host!]

[femmefashionaire]

[A moment later Pia is knocking on the door. She's not too nervous; she's used to partying with strangers, and if any thing, this girl sounds like she could use some fun and advice. She knocks, and waits, fingering the cap of the vodka as she waits.]

[somesayinfire]

[Brooke's just heading over to check her phone again when the knock comes, and soon after she opens the door with a smile that's two parts wasted and one part absolutely genuine.]

Pia! [she can't open her arms wide to welcome her mystery guest in, but she's not feeling that dramatic right now anyway. she steps to the side, holding the door open with her good arm.] Come on in. Good to see you. Thanks for being here.

[the entryway, as it were, opens up to a dining area on the right side (where the booze stands prepared on a circular wooden table surrounded by plastic chairs), a couch and TV set straight ahead, and a couple closed doors down a hallway to the left for the bathroom and bedroom. the main area is carpeted, grey and firm, with white walls lined with some of the more hipster-y posters Brooke could find. well, those and the framed and signed 1968 Night of the Living Dead poster hanging to the left of the TV. girl's got to have some quirks.]

[femmefashionaire]

[Pia smiles, bobbing her head on her way into the apartment. She sets the 26er down on the table with the rest of the booze, giving a quick look around.] Thanks! Nice place, girl. You live here by yourself?

[somesayinfire]

Yep. [she's quick to reply, but the new booze draws her attention even more quickly; she heads over to the table after closing and locking the door.] Wow, nice choice. Classy. I like the girly stuff, but right now I don't know if I care about what it tastes like at all. [and she seamlessly transitions into the rest of her earlier answer.] My parents are loaded, by the way. I don't like leaning on them too much, but they insisted on covering where I live. Which is, ha ha, really helpful right now.