On some level, Dawn couldn't believe she was doing this. Sure, it looked like she was setting up for a night of drunken debauchery with Meg, but in reality there was an important ritual about to take place
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Meg couldn't quite believe she was doing this either. But a deal was a deal. She showed up to the gym wearing her pj's and carrying a bag with additional booze (because they would need a lot) and stuff that reminded her of California. It wasn't much; just some sandals, pictures of the beach, her favorite bikini and a picture of Dick and Logan. If they weren't the epitome of California she didn't know what was.
"Hey Dawn," Meg greeted, putting down her bag. "What's with your hair?"
"Oh. Green hair is better than scissors. Less permanent," Meg said, shrugging. She opened up the bag and took out the stuff that had reminded her of California and started to add it to the circle. "It looks pretty good on you, actually."
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"Hey Dawn," Meg greeted, putting down her bag. "What's with your hair?"
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