Poppy watches Rooney go, tilting her head. "...She seems moody." She tries to lick the smoke being blown into her face. "No, she's like... relatable. Or something. Like my mixtapes."
Poppy smiles at Mari. "Thanks. You close to Moody Rooney?" She looks up at Orlando amused. "Said from the moodiest of them all. I see you brooding in the corner at plenty of parties I've been to."
“Mhmmm maybe if the parties around here didn;t suck I’d have more fun at them.”
*he looks at some of the stalls*
^Probably can;t get away with stealing when it’s so crowded^
Poppy pulls a potato out of her bag and smacks him with it. "You need to just chill out, is what it is. How else are you gonna get more dick in a small town like this?"
