“ it’s not impressive  ,  no one’s impressed ”    (  @twicestung  ft.   jason dean  )

                   “     are    you     kidding     me?     that     guy’s     so     flexible   he     could     suck     his     own     dick.     ”

                                 GENECO    galas     are     often     the     same     (     pretending,    pretending,     pretending,     everybody     has     their     plastic     mask     on     ),     and     Amber     has     little     patience     for     repetition     –     the     pattern     never     changes,     she’ll     search     for     the     easiest     way     to     entertain     herself,     numb   the     perpetual     emptiness     within     her     chest    (     Daddy     makes     sure     she     can’t     smuggle   any     zydrate     in,     the     only     remedy     left     is   booze     and     scandalous     company     ).

               she’s    not     all     that     impressed     by     the     contortionist     the     Largo     family     has     hired     to    entertain     the     guests     –     truth     is,     Amber   has     seen     it     all,     there’s     nothing     that     can     surprise     her     any     longer.     Largos     are     like     that.     she’s     just     doing     it     to     spite    her     bodyguard,     who     stands     reluctantly     by     her     side     and     mumbles     snide     remarks     here     and     there.     lately,     he’s     become     the     questionable     company     she     frequents     –     those     poor     fuckers     Rotti     hires     never     really    stand     a     chance.

                 “     it’s    really     hot     –     look     at     his     abs,     I     wanna     lick     them     so     bad.     ”     teeth     graze     silicone     lip,     a     sideways     glance    thrown     at     JD,     mischief     shines     in     her     amused     countenance     (     hook,     line,     sinker     ),     “     are     you     jello     of     that    guy,     mr.     bodyguard?     ”