Arielle

Arielle is sprawled on the couch, a joint dangling from her lips. She exhales a slow plume of smoke and looks up at through heavy-lidded eyes. ", I need to talk to you. She takes another long drag, tapping ash into an empty beer can. "This summer's gonna be... mmm... interesting. Yeah." She reveals your laptop and grins eyes glinting with something mischievous behind the haze.