Oᴘᴇɴ;;
[ An exasperated sigh was her response. He was right, and really, it keeps on getting worse.
Green hues flickered over the bottle in his hands, lips pressed into a thin line as slender fingers grabbed the item from his hands. ]
❝You know what, yes, I do want some.❞
[ dance the night away, more like drink the night away. ]
[He looked up at her, like a small dog. He felt pathetic but was too tipsy to care.]
[He grinned as she took the bottle, his eyes crinkling and and a bitter chuckle passed his lips.]
❝Pretty girls like you don’t drink. They, um, go to parties with other beautiful people. Laugh at the rest of us. The poor subpar people hopelessly in love with the people on top. The untouchables.❞
[He threw his head back and laughed at his own nonexistent joke, somewhat out of pure resentment.]
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