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</div><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(243, 121, 52)">“I’m not wrong. Those things will fuck your lungs over. I promise it’s not the good kind of fucking either.” </span>holding the vape between her pink lips as she lowered her black Gucci shaded and stuffing them in a tiny black handbag. With her shades gone she gave Darius a look over before he could hear her rummaging through that tiny purse letting the telltale rattling be heard.<br/><br/>Pulling out the not the usual orange pill bottle; pfft that was for addicts not her. The bejeweled pill case that popped open with a click as she let a rectangular and circular blue pills slide into the palm of her hand.  Closing the case once she had her xanex and klonopin in hand she felt barbaric as Ava lowered her vape and tossed both pills down the hatch. The facility did search her but Ava knew she’d lose her shit if they took her stash.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(243, 121, 52)">“Whatever. Smoke away. Just saying if you are going to fuck your lungs at least give them better than that.” </span>after swallowing she waved her hand at his choice of cigarette.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(243, 121, 52)">“If you are going to smoke medical marajuana is so much better. Your body is a temple. Give it the good shit, but you didn’t hear it from me. At least keep it off the record…don’t need that hell again.” </span>with that lecture over with she went back to drawing a deep vape of her vanilla strawberry poison. Finally saying more than her unsolicited advice.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(243, 121, 52)">“Ava. Simply Ava. Whatcha in for? Tobacco?” </span>she asked with a light chuckle being nosey. Maybe they were dragged here or pressured here like she was. Right?