Qwertycakes
Did you have a brain tumor for breakfast?
Gwynevere Alcott
I love money, I love bags
I love cars, turbo stacked
I want Louis Double V
I want Prada for my feet
I love cars, turbo stacked
I want Louis Double V
I want Prada for my feet
It only took a moment for Gwen to glance away, delicately sipping the last swallow of her martini, and she'd lost him. The gentlemen she'd been making eyes at from across the club had moved onto a new dish, this one a younger blonde with huge, fakeโฆlashes, among other things. Gwen heaved a quiet sigh, rolling her eyes as she turned her sapphire gaze elsewhere.
The night was young, but Gwen was already feeling like she was wasting her time. Yeah, there were high profile men here, as always, but on a night like Halloween, everyone was just a little too wild, too rowdyโit made her feel, well, old. She could try and fight mother nature all she wanted, laser all her cellulite away, botox her face to hell and back, but it was clear she just wasn't the party girl she used to be.
Gwen could usually distinguish who was even worth talking to just by his suit, the brand of watch he wore, whatever. But with everyone in all these ridiculous costumes, she was way off her game. And after having her ass groped for the eighth time, she felt like calling it a night.
She started fighting her way through the crowd to make a break for the exit when someone caught her eye. He didn't even need to turn around, she'd recognize the shaggy hair and lanky build anywhere. After being wholly ignored by the bartender, Gwen watched him glance around and clock the unaccompanied woman standing beside him at the bar. Of course, he began to chat her up.
Gwen wasnโt at all surprised, but something about the sight made her face heat up with annoyance. It wasnโt jealousy, absolutely not. She just hated watching him give his attention to some slag and needed to put a stop to it immediately.
Gwen wasted no time marching over confidently in her shiny, black Leboutins. โHey!โ She gently took Connor by the arm, subtly pulling him toward herself and away from the other woman. โFancy seeing you here,โ She purred, reaching up in her heels to kiss him. She needed to let any onlookers know his lips were taken, at least for the moment.
The night was young, but Gwen was already feeling like she was wasting her time. Yeah, there were high profile men here, as always, but on a night like Halloween, everyone was just a little too wild, too rowdyโit made her feel, well, old. She could try and fight mother nature all she wanted, laser all her cellulite away, botox her face to hell and back, but it was clear she just wasn't the party girl she used to be.
Gwen could usually distinguish who was even worth talking to just by his suit, the brand of watch he wore, whatever. But with everyone in all these ridiculous costumes, she was way off her game. And after having her ass groped for the eighth time, she felt like calling it a night.
She started fighting her way through the crowd to make a break for the exit when someone caught her eye. He didn't even need to turn around, she'd recognize the shaggy hair and lanky build anywhere. After being wholly ignored by the bartender, Gwen watched him glance around and clock the unaccompanied woman standing beside him at the bar. Of course, he began to chat her up.
Gwen wasnโt at all surprised, but something about the sight made her face heat up with annoyance. It wasnโt jealousy, absolutely not. She just hated watching him give his attention to some slag and needed to put a stop to it immediately.
Gwen wasted no time marching over confidently in her shiny, black Leboutins. โHey!โ She gently took Connor by the arm, subtly pulling him toward herself and away from the other woman. โFancy seeing you here,โ She purred, reaching up in her heels to kiss him. She needed to let any onlookers know his lips were taken, at least for the moment.
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