[right][b][h2][color=199f88]Molly West[/color][/h2][/b][/right]
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[color=#a57164]"Still cold."[/color]

Needless to say, the first thing Molly did when she hopped off that board was kiss the almighty hell out of that absolute babe of a woman she called her girlfriend. They had been dating for the better part of their high school years together, and between their many nights spent together- in more ways than one- and the occasional burning of the Devil’s Lettuce together behind the seats around the school, they were made for each other. At least, that’s how they surely felt. Monse made Molly’s whole person feel borderline weightless sometimes, do you ever have that little flutter of energy when you see someone you’re just really, [i]really[/i] into? That’s one way to put it. You wouldn’t think that someone as aloof and goofy as Molly would be able to keep a girlfriend, but Monse? Monse wasn’t just any girl. She was [i]Molly’s[/i] girl. Name one other girl who knew Molly’s taste in coffee. Just try it.

She took that coffee from Monse’s hand with a stupid grin on her face. [color=199f88]”A woman after my own heart, I haven’t had coffee in fucking weeks. You’re a lifesaver, hotness.”[/color] She told Monse in a sweet and happy voice. They hadn’t seen each other in person in a while, actually. Monse lived all the way in Signal Hill, so sometimes Molly didn’t have the time to make that trip, and Monse’s parents were ever-so-slightly stuck up. But who cared? They were together now, and Molly got her iced coffee, and Monse got kissed a trillion times. All is good. Life’s good. Life’s sexy. [color=198f88]”Let’s go do something fun, c’mon. There’s gotta be something in all this worth a shit to do.”[/color] She said between gulps of her coffee. 

[@Pyxis]