[pink4never]

Now, at that, Gretchen wasn't giving too much of a response, not even at the sternness of the other's tone, nor the achingly-bright glare of his flashlight; continuing to release several hoarse, exuberant giggles as he flopped his arms around, and slid further down the playground's flimsy pole, head thrown deliriously back. The male didn't give so much as a word to the slight accusation either; barely even seeming to notice the officer as it was, forget respond to him. His eyes, heavily lidded and drooping, were glued entirely somewhere else, for the matter— his drugs— and only squinted slightly upon the light, nevertheless unaffected, unfocusing. He was hammered indeed, extremely so.


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