KISS AND TELL PROMPTS. ACCEPTING.
a kiss shared during a game ( truth or dare, spin the bottle, etc ).
it is hypnotic to watch, the slow spin of a bottle she had emptied only minutes ago. she can still see the matte print of her lipstick on the rim, rouge on glass — spinning round like a record, baby. naturally this had been her suggestion, beer in one hand and cigarette in the other and readily complaining about the lull in the night. you guys are such squares, she had claimed performatively, but her eyes carry that telltale sheen of a haze certainly not brought on by anything lucid. a couple of rounds of the game go by with underwhelming pecks between guys too hung up on their frail masculinity, a duo that have clearly been giving each other eyes all night, so good for them, and daisy's turn is talk of the night, a drum roll surrounding her as the neck of the bottle decelerates. it nearly lands on graham, which is a close call — billy's baby brother and karen's increasingly serious boytoy, the former is complicated but the latter, well, daisy's a girl's girl after all — but her relief when it lands on lara is palpable in the grin that spreads like a drink spilled, messy and devious.
naturally the crowd hoots with talk of finally, some girl on girl action, and daisy gives a visibly disgusted scoff at the crudeness, the audacity of men no matter the situation. she doesn't know much about lara, but she must be big talk to be here of all places. and yet she doesn't really strike her as part of the music scene, nor is she a groupie : she's not under eighteen, for starters. maybe she knows a guy who knows a guy : daisy has learned all about the strings of fate that bind them, that it's not about what you know, but who you know.
DAISY: i didn't need to know her whole fucking life story to kiss her, so i didn't ask. i stubbed out my cigarette, ignored the rally cry of guys who've clearly never seen a woman, and got to work. that's all it had to be, all it was meant to be.
daisy closes the radius of the circle of sat players, crawls across it really on hands and knees, flares of her jeans dragging across a carpet that is ash - burned and vodka - stained. maybe she should have popped a gum beforehand, but she's here now and certainly in no state to show consideration for other people, an arm lazily finding a perch to hang atop lara's shoulders, the other swinging to match.
❛ you ready ? ❜ she challenges with a brow raise and a nod, cheshire smile fixed and speaking of an inebriation that is so constant it is purely the norm. daisy gets the go - ahead and daren't hold back, skipping from chaste to softly exploratory from the get - go, drowning out the noise of whoops and cheers in the exchange of breaths and drunken hums between them. it is a good long few seconds over the minimum specified time before she pulls away, enjoys the taste of mint that lingers. she can't imagine the wisp of smoke on her breath had been a great trade - off, but doesn't think too much about it when she sees the lipstick that now paints lara's pout, inciting a ticklish laugh from the redhead. ❛ here. ❜ she says by way of initiation, plants a last tamer kiss on her cheek for the road. ❛ the colour suits you. ❜
