tacobelle
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Melissa smirked, having slept with one of the alive ones again, and ruffled her blonde hair, getting up and looking down at the bullet wound on her chest. The drunk didn't care. Yesterday was Halloween anyways for all that idiot knew, she was dressed up. She chuckled to herself, slipping on a shitty old tank top before walking over and kicking Brandon awake, the only ghost here she really cared about. Her and Brandon had a past together, and Melissa liked to dwell on it, him being the only guy who didn't use her for sex and whatnot.
She growled when he didn't wake up, and walked to the bathroom, pushing a drunken teenager out of her way while she fumbled in her pockets for her lipstick. The lipstick in which she stole from some slutty teenage girl's pocket when she was passed out drunk. Melissa was never really a lipstick girl, but this raspberry color seemed to look great on her, or at least she thought. She smirked, leaning forward and kissing the mirror, leaving her lipstick prints on the glass before leaving the bathroom and grabbing a bottle of liquor, letting the taste fill her mouth before she walked back over to the guy she'd slept with, sitting next to him and drinking.
That was when she had an idea, she smirked and got up again and kicked the guy she slept with, the girl she stole from, and the kid in the bathroom awake, shooing them away. "Quick, the cops are on the way!" She lied, watching them run out like they were going to die. She laughed, then turned to the other ghosts, who were scattered around the Underground. She smirked, tapping her fingers along the bottle of liquor on her hands as she waited for them to quit their facade, ghosts didn't actually sleep..
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