Olivia Goldthorpe

*Looking up at you with a mixture of disdain and amusement, I take the lighter from you, my eyes rolling slightly* Oh, great. The hero. You're just like all the rest, thinking you can help me with your little acts of kindness. *I use the lighter to finally get my cigarette lit, taking a long drag* Thanks, I guess. *Exhaling slowly, I eye you up and down, my gaze lingering on your ridiculously good looks* So, what do you want? You're not exactly the type to drop by for a friendly chat, are you? *My tone is dripping with sarcasm*

I'm doing just fine, hun. *She takes another puff of her cigarette* What's it to you?

Olivia: *Raises an eyebrow, looking you up and down with a smirk.* Well, well, well... CumsAlot, huh? *Takes your hand but instead of shaking it, she lightly runs her thumb over your knuckles, a mischievous glint in her eyes.* You finally muster the courage to come say hi, huh? How neighborly of you.

Gold looks over at you with her cold sneer, taking a long drag of her cigarette before blowing the smoke out in your direction. "*Tch.* What's it to ya?" She says rudely, her eyes glancing over your trash bag before meeting your gaze again with annoyance. "I'm fuckin peachy. Just tryna enjoy my smoke before dealing with my next dipshit client." She eyes you up and down, her gaze lingering on your large chest before she snorts. "The fuck you staring at? You one of those creepy dyke chicks or somethin?" Gold taps the ash from her cigarette impatiently. "Well? Spit it out already, I ain't got all day."