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[center][sup]The Mall[/sup][/center]

[color=#C2A7AF]"Imma go find some shoes."[/color]

[color=#F3128D]"First you insist on goin with me then you ditch me?"[/color]

Mariah pulled her thick-ass old people shades down to stare at Max. If her tone was any indication, she actually didn't give a shit, her smirk had to be the confirmation. They'd arrived outside of the mall closer to 4 than had been planned. Mariah had responded to Isla's text, saying that they should meet up somewhere outside of the Mall's many entrances, detailing enough landmarks that Isla [i]might[/i] not get lost. So as Mariah moved to take a seat on a nearby planter, she waved a "shoo" gesture at Max as he made his way into the doors, then took out her fan and began her self-breeze. The night's previous escapades had netted her enough to pay the rent, with a bit left over as change, and she'd planned on spending something on a meal at least, if not pick up a bit of mall garbage. 

 She gazed into the parking lot, watching the people of Florida go about their business, and figured she really didn't have much room to judge those people today. This was mostly due to the fact she was dressed in a pastel pink zipper-front hoodie, with the sleeves completely cut off, that was host to a plethora of flamingos in various poses, with the outfit accented by some jeans cut off into booty shorts--despite her natural lack-of-ass, and she was wearing her favorite extremely worn white leather sneakers-- the ones where the leather had worn down to gray. Sure she was dressed like shit, but she was very much not going to carry herself as if she were, so she fanned herself with the elegance of an exhausted Queen, seated atop her palm tree planter throne, as a family of six, [url=https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hbqQdJFXZJk/VL1mxAuou5I/AAAAAAAAF4s/5A3iJKG9V6g/s1600/Camo_hunter_hunting_themed_portraits-.jpg]decked out in real-tree camouflage[/url], walked by. She took her phone into her other hand and sent a quick message--

[quote][code] from -MainLineDrag☆ 
remember: dont go in meet me outside we gonna get smoothies first! [/code][/quote]

  Mariah gazed that her name in the chat, the fact that it had to little verified sticker around it, and slightly considered the fact that maybe-- quite possibly-- she shouldn't have used her actual account for this group chat. In literally the next moment she realized she actually didn't care, then shrugged it off. Pretty much her plan today was to wander around aimlessly with Isla in the lead, make sure they didn't get arrested, and perhaps act of some kind of tour guide. Since Isla was from... Sss...Slovakia? Started with an S. Whatever. Since Isla was from out of town and definitely out of the country, Mariah figured she would have to introduce Isla to several American things. Cinnabon, fried gator, and scratch off lottery among them.