Sequoia Coast wahine

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Lulu sniffled and watched as the man nudged the bird over, for she was beginning to fall quite foolish. From a distance, it was easy for things to seem unlike they really were; it was no wonder he didn't understand her, for he was only a man, after all. I'm sorry, she said. Though still heavily intoxicated, this was becoming a moment of clarity and humiliation. I just...I thought it was something else. Lulu bit at the inside of her cheek and looked away from the black stained brute, trying to find the words to explain herself. I'm not normally like this, nor did she like it when she was. She no longer found pleasure in her addictions; each fix was just to keep from dying.

I'm Lulua'ina, but Lulu is easier to pronounce. I would understand if you want to go; I'm sure I seem a bit strange. She laughed softly, though it was a weak sound laced with sorrow. She was beginning to come down from the top of her high which she knew would be able to hold her for about a day or so before she needed another. Inwardly, Lulu hoped the male would stay, or at least invite her to where he slept. She had no one to miss her, no home to leave behind; in short, she had nothing to lose.

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