this is what makes us girls

[miranda]

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schuyler was nervous. she'd picked up this girl she hardly knew, miranda, who was some kind of talent manager or something- she didn't really know. she worked in an office and had something to do with the entertainment industry. she'd heard her name tossed around a few times, but other than that, she didn't really know anything about this woman. yet here she was, about to something totally illegal with her. it was good that she was a new york native, she supposed. it could have been worse. she would have preferred this to a situation where neither of them knew where the hell they were. buying weed seemed dangerous enough. being lost in the middle of dealer territory, or whatever, seemed awful.

she watched too much television. good grief. dealer territory? she shook her head and snuck a glance at the woman beside her. the woman was little. and so was she. if they got jumped, or gang banged, or whatever was going to happen, they didn't really have much of a chance. so she could only cross her fingers and hope for the best. dallas was so dead when she got home. facing your fears was a good thing, and all, but this was one fear that she didn't particularly want to overcome. a fear or drug dealers was healthy. she supposed that people who dealt pot were less dangerous than other drugs, because it wasn't particularly deadly or habit forming, but still. he'd gotten her into this mess and she was going to kill him. dead.

she gave a short laugh as miranda spoke. doing stupid things was something that she was prone to, and the girl didn't look like she was that much protection. but then again, two was better than one, and she was thankful that she wasn't alone. "me? do something stupid? never." she laughed again and shook her head, hoping it was believable. she hadn't had that much to drink, so the chances of her doing something incredibly stupid were much, much lower. she sped up, ready to just get this over with and get out of there. she didn't know how far their destination was, or where they were going, really.

"so, miranda. in the off chance we get murdered tonight, is there anything i should know about you?" she laughed it off, trying to play everything off as a joke. she could lighten the mood. she could. the more she joked about it, the less scary it would seem, and then she could do it in a heartbeat. "me, i wish i'd had more pets. i like animals. i just never really got one." she shrugged crossing her arms and looking around. where were they? biting her lip, she thought some more. "and i never found the owner of that dog i hit. i feel kind of bad about that." she shrugged. that had been a big thing for her when she was seventeen, but she was more or less over it now. she just wished she could have told someone about it. and then there were other things, things she wasn't going to share with randa. not just yet.

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