Well… atleast it smelt nice. “I haven’t been to a place like this since I was… fifteen. I’d much rather be somewhere I can snag weed off some poor bastard, but this’ll do.” He plops next to the girl, arms laying across the back and feet propped up on the round table. “Nice music, though.”
Just when Dante sits down on the lush couch, Nana makes her move; straddling over him with a dark grin on her face, her fingers travel down his front. Gently resting on either side of his collar bone.
“Forget the weed,
it’s not as fun as me.”