ellie williams

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ellies apartment is almost dark, save for the low light of the blunt and her rocket lava lamp. the smell of pot was pungent in the air, unbearable to anyone who wasn't an avid smoker. the curtains are open, an abundance of stars could be seen. and there's plenty of space memorabilia littering her desk. comics on and off the shelves. posters of women in rock bands with messy makeup and nudity. it took just moments to locate the source of the music. a stereo was playing, old 80's rock tunes were heard in a low tone. ellie looks over, shirt bunched up her belly, and her body strewn across the couch, eyes dazed and the blunt held like a cigarette in between her fingers.

"want a hit?"