When the Sweet Taste is Gone (фемслэш)

Chloe isn’t fully sure if she’s actually awake right now, but Rachel’s warm and solid and Chloe’s colder than she realized under the warm buzz of a six-pack of stolen beer and most of Rachel’s whipped cream flavored vodka, so she does her best to not be a total deadweight when the world moves beneath her feet like pudding. “Where’re we goin’?” she asks, or tries to. Her lips are numb and she’s not sure if it’s from alcohol poisoning or the snow falling lightly through the total lack of roof on the junk shack.
“To get you warm. This isn’t okay.”
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Chloe tries to escape the only way that she knows how.