<div class="floatleft">(http://fc08.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2010/033/2/9/Insane_by_ValentinaKallias.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Nionette Carter<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Apartment 2D<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Kaleb<br/><strong>Date</strong>: July 28th 2012<br/><strong>Time</strong>:7:30 A.M. to 8:00 A.M.<br/><hr/><br/>Nette could have stayed like that forever... The feel of him buried deep inside of her... the lovely warmth that came from feeling full of his seed... She rode him as they kissed, milking him for every drop he was able to give her. By the time their mutual orgasms fully faded, she was relaxed in a way she hadn't been in a very long time. "Yes..." she said with a slow, almost sleepy nod. "Yes you should have," was her response to his admittance that he should have taken her up on her offer long before that. "I told you it would be worth it," she said with a slow grin and a tiny giggle.<br/><br/>At his request for his lighter, she reached out and grabbed it, bringing it up and lighting the blunt for him before she found herself pulled in, receiving a contact high as he blew the smoke in to her lungs. As her head spun, she wondered if she should have mentioned she had never smoked the stuff before... had sworn it off for a long time, in fact. But as the drug only helped to further relax her, she closed her eyes and let her head rest on his shoulder. Nah... she wouldn't say anything. No need to spoil the moment by showing just how new she was to the entire drug scene. She'd only been shooting up for a few weeks, after all.<br/><br/>When he began to stare at her, she looked back at him with a peaceful smile, her body resting against his own as she let herself relax. It was his continued staring that caused her pale cheeks to turn somewhat pink, a blush coloring her features. "What?" she asked quietly, lowering her eyes and chewing her lower lip self consciously. She was just about to further question him on his staring at her when suddenly the peaceful quiet of the apartments around them was broken by the sound of loud, yelling cries. Frowning some, she lifted her head and looked toward the door.<br/><br/>It was clearly Gabriel, annoyed at having to look for her. "Damn it..." she groaned some, shooting Kale an apologetic look. "I'm sorry... I've gotta go." Her fingers slipped in to his hoodie pocket to check that the money she'd slipped him hadn't fallen out. Finding it where she'd left it, she smiled and gave the pocket a small pat. Standing slowly on somewhat shaky legs, she grabbed her pants and tugged them back on before shoving her feet in to her boots as she buttoned up her jeans. Her fingers slid through her long black hair, trying to right it and make it somewhat presentable again. Her own drugs were slid in to her pockets as she hurried to the door.<br/><br/>Stopping short of going in to the hall, she turned to look at Kaleb. "We'll have to do this again sometime," she said with a grin, winking at him before slipping out and in to her's and Gabe's apartment. He wasn't there... based on his yelling, he was downstairs. Relieved, she hid her things away in her stash again and then made her way to the alleyway where Gabe stood. Arms crossed over her chest, she made sure her sleeves were tugged down over her bruised arms and adjusting her turtleneck to be sure it wasn't pulled down so far the marks weren't covered. His back was to her as he stood there yelling, and so Nette crossed her arms and leaned her shoulder against the wall. Robin's egg colored eyes looked him over. "What's up?" she asked, producing a cigarette from the pack in her pocket and lighting up as she took a long, slow drag.