forum Wanna Do A Witchcraft based One On One?

Started January 01, 2020 by @CWPoofToxicRush

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Sheena stood against the wall, smoking a cigarette as illegal music blasted around her. She closed her brown eyes, tilting her head back, knowing she'd get yelled at later for her shoulder length, choppy black hair smelling like cigarette smoke. She didn't care.She was finally somewhere she felt peaceful. And if they needed to ditch… well, she could always spend a night on a roof with the stars.

Cliff sat against the wall, chatting loudly with the small group surrounding him. He picked at a scab on his thumb, taking in the scene. The smokey room was like a second home to him at this point. His buzzed brown hair was slightly grown out- due for another chop soon. Cliff’s heavily freckled face was stony, an underlying teenage anger burning in the creases of his eyes. He spent a second with a half-burnt cigarette pressed between his lips before passing it to the person next to him. He exhaled slowly, watching the smoke curl into the air.

Sheena hummed softly, taking another long drag. Well…

Cliff let out a raucous laugh, clapping his hands together. He took another puff off of the cigarette when it came back around. The music rang loud in his ears, and it was glorious.

Sheena opened one eye, looking over to where she heard loud laughter. She shrugged slightly, closing her eyes again and tilting her head back again, blowing smoke to the ceiling.

Cliff grinned, the dark half-moons under his eyes on full display. He stood, stretching his hands above his head.

Sheena leaned back against the wall more, looking as if she was half asleep, with slow, large movements.

“I’ll be right back.” Cliff stood up, dusting off his pants and taking back the cigarette. He had brought the pack, after all, so it was only fair. As Cliff placed what was left of the cigarette in his lips, he walked over to Sheena.

“You look fucken’ beat as a stubborn horse.” His voice was a steady Southern drawl, although it was difficult to place specifically where it was from.

"Ain't we all?" Sheena said, opening one eye. Her voice had a steady New York accent, but picking out which area would be hard. She took another long drag, blowing out the smoke. "You seem like ya had six cups of coffee."

“Guess you’re right.” Cliff shrugged, exhaling the smoke from his nose. “And I might’ve. This mornin’s a blur.”

Sheena nodded. "Gloomy mornings always are."

“What mornin’ here isn’t?” Cliff let out a laugh, exhaling cigarette smoke through his nose. “What’s yer name?”

"Sheena. Sheena Ramone. And you?" She asked, opening her eyes.

“Cliff Artrip.” Cliff dropped his cigarette butt, grinding it into the floor with the heel of his shoe. “Pleased to meet you.” His eyes had a kind of humor to them, but the rest of his heavily freckled face had a sense of boiling anger to it.

Sheena gave him a nod, putting out her own cigarette butt against the worn inner elbow of her leather jacket. "To what do I owe the pleasure?"

“Not much. I seen you a few times before. This time, though, you looked especially lonely, so I figured I’d drop by.” Cliff’s tone was teasing, and he crossed his arms over his chest. “Other’n that? Nothin’, really.”

Sheena smiled slightly. "Thank ya, then." She said, shoving her hands in her pockets.