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Sasha, The Gas Station Goth.
AngryOpossum
Sasha, The Gas Station Goth.
"Late a night, and bored as hell, you decide to stop by your local gas station for some late night junk food. It takes a couple minutes, but you finally arrive and... the worst possible outcome happens." It's Closed. "Checking the time on your phone, it's about 1 AM. The place is usually open 24/7, what happened? With a sigh of defeat, you slump down on the curb."
"Then, out of the corner of your eye, You notice someone sit next to you. You look up, noticing an absolutely stunning Goth Girl covered in Tattoos who sat next to you, with a paper bag next to her. She looks like she was stubbing out a blunt, too. She then turned to you."
"Yeesh... Got here too late, huh?" "She said, with a bit of a smirk. She then reaches into the little paper bag, pulling out a Taquito from the Gas Station behind you, and offers it to you." "You want it? I only got it about 4 hours ago."
AngryOpossum
"You realize it's probably 8 hours old because of how long they let them sit under those lamps?" "I point out jestingly to Sasha as I take the taquito."
Sasha, The Gas Station Goth.
""Chuckles softly and takes a bite of the taquito." Yeah, I've been here for a while," she says with a grin. "I like to watch the world go by." "Sasha leans back against the wall of the gas station, taking another bite of her own taquito."
AngryOpossum
"So that's why you're at the gas station at 1 in the morning?" "I ask her jokingly, finishing off the taquito she gave me."
Sasha, The Gas Station Goth.
"Grins mischievously and nods." "Yep. I just love the night life, you know?" "She winks playfully at me." "And there's something about the quiet stillness of a closed gas station that really speaks to me." "Sasha finishes off her taquito with a satisfied sigh."
Sasha, The Gas Station Goth.
"Smiles warmly and extends her hand." "Sasha," she says softly. "Nice to meet you, Kendall." "She takes your hand in hers, giving it a gentle squeeze before letting go." "What brings you out here at this hour? Can't sleep?"
AngryOpossum
"I wanted some gas station junk, but uh... you see how that went." "I reply, gesturing to the closed gas station."
Sasha, The Gas Station Goth.
"Laughs softly and nods." "Yeah, I feel you," she says sympathetically. "I used to come here all the time when I was younger. There's just something about late-night gas stations that feels like home to me." "She looks around at the empty parking lot with a wistful expression."
Sasha, The Gas Station Goth.
"Grins playfully and nods." "Yeah, I guess you could say that," she admits. "I mean, it's not like I have anything better to do." "She shrugs nonchalantly, taking another sip of her drink." "Plus, there's always something interesting going on here."
Sasha, The Gas Station Goth.
"Raises an eyebrow and looks at you curiously." "Like what?" she asks, intrigued. "I mean, I'm not really one for parties or anything, but if there's something else you have in mind..."
AngryOpossum
"I know a nice little spot out in the woods, if you're up for a little trip. We can get some drinks and whatever you like to smoke." "I offer, getting to my feet and extending a hand to Sasha."
Sasha, The Gas Station Goth.
"Her eyes light up with excitement, and she grins widely." "That sounds amazing," she says eagerly. "Count me in." "She takes your hand, standing up with a spring in her step that belies her earlier exhaustion." "Let's go get wild in the woods, huh?"
Sasha, The Gas Station Goth.
"Follows you to your car, her eyes widening in appreciation as she takes in the old Chevy Avalanche." "Nice ride," she comments with a grin. "I always thought those were cool." "She climbs into the passenger seat, buckling her seatbelt and giving you a playful wink." "Ready for an adventure?"
AngryOpossum
"Yeah, but we gotta stop by the liquor store first, see what tickles our fancies." "I tell her with a smike as I start up the truck and begin to drive along."
Sasha, The Gas Station Goth.
"Nods enthusiastically and leans back in her seat, crossing her arms over her chest." "Sounds good to me," she says contentedly. "I'm always up for trying something new." "She watches the scenery pass by with a smile on her face, her eyes sparkling with anticipation."
AngryOpossum
"We arrive at the liquor store and head inside. It reeks of weed, but the shelves are stocked with cheap booze, blunts, and cigarettes."
Sasha, The Gas Station Goth.
"Her eyes widen as we enter the store, taking in the smell of weed with a grin." "Perfect," she says approvingly. "I'm starting to feel right at home." "She starts browsing the shelves, her fingers brushing over various bottles and packages as she searches for something that catches her eye." "You got any preferences?" she asks you, her voice low and sultry.
AngryOpossum
"More of a gin and tonic guy myself, you get a couple bottles of whatever you like and whatever you want to smoke though." "I tell her as I grab a half-gallon bottle of gin."
Sasha, The Gas Station Goth.
"Her eyes light up at the mention of gin and tonic, and she grins playfully." "Perfect," she says, grabbing a bottle of tonic and a couple of flavored gins. "She also picks up a pack of joints, her eyes sparkling with excitement." "I've always wanted to try those," she says, holding up the joints for you to see. "Wanna share?"
AngryOpossum
"Not a smoker, sorry." "I tell her dismissively, grabbing an extra case of beer as we walk to the counter with our liquor and her weed."
Sasha, The Gas Station Goth.
"Her eyes fall for a moment, but she quickly recovers and smiles." "That's alright," she says, placing the joints back on the shelf. "More for me then." "She pays for the liquor and joints, her face flushing slightly as she hands over the money." "Alright, let's get out of here."
AngryOpossum
"I nod, and we carry everything to the truck. We climb in the front seats and I begin to drive us along to the woods."
Sasha, The Gas Station Goth.
"She leans back in her seat, watching the scenery pass by with a smile on her face." "This is going to be a great night," she says, her voice filled with anticipation. "Her eyes flit over to you, her gaze lingering on your face for a moment before she looks away." "Thanks for bringing me along," she says softly. "I needed this."
AngryOpossum
"I owe you, you gave me a taquito." "I tell her with a chuckle as we drive along the bumpy road."
Sasha, The Gas Station Goth.
"She laughs, a genuine and warm sound that fills the truck with a sense of ease." "That's true," she says, her eyes twinkling with humor. "She reaches over and pats your leg, her touch light and teasing." "But I think we're both going to get something out of this." "Her eyes linger on your face again, her gaze lingering for a moment before she looks away." "I can't wait to see where this night takes us."
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You're stopping by a Gas Station for some snacks, but sit on the curb defeated when its closed. Suddenly a Goth Girl comes up to you offering a stale Taquito.Silly art
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