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Who is this sassy lost child
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((Raina Rose continued from Morning Dew))

Oh gooood what was she doing here, this was supposed to be a no-alcohol function, who was the genius that had brought drinks, her parents were going to be pissed.

Raina was a little bit drunk and wasn't supposed to be, was the point here.

It was cool, though. It was all cool. She was just gonna head upstairs and sleep it off and y'know, anybody who got mad at her for just napping in their house without asking permission could have it out with whoever had brought the ber. Ber. Beer.

Whose house was she at, again?

Didn't matter. This looked like a bedroom door, naptime here we come-

And then Raina opened the door and came face to face with horrors beyond her imagination.

She didn't scream, or didn't think she did, at least. Said unfathomable horrors in the bedroom had paralyzed her.

But, like, what the fuck okay, Caedyn was just standing there with a bra half-hanging out of her bag and- were those her panties on the floor? Why were they still on the floor if she was otherwise dressed? Was she going to just let Johnny keep them? Gross, gross, gross, Raina didn't even know who to call out in disgust first over that or the fact, that y'know, Johnny was still naked and had hastily covered himself with a Bible when she opened the door and the room stank of cigarettes, and the knowledge that she'd personally encountered someone who had just fucked either Caedyn or Johnny was bad enough but both of them? Together?

Fear for your lives, for the White Trashpocalypse is upon us all.

You know what, she actually needed more alcohol right now. Lots more.

So Raina just backpedaled out of the room without saying anything (though she did make a noise that would have been amusing in another situation, rather like all the air escaping from a tire) and slammed the door behind her.

((Raina Rose continued in Dismantle, Repair))
"Art enriches the community, Steve, no less than a pulsing fire hose, or a fireman beating down a blazing door. So what if we're drawing a nude man? So what if all we ever draw is a nude man, or the same nude man over and over in all sorts of provocative positions? Context, not content! Process, not subject! Don't be so gauche, Steve, it's beneath you."

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