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indy stumbled to the front door when she heard a knock in the middle of the night, moving fast in hopes that whoever it was wouldn’t wake cara. she smiled wide when she heard who it was, though, opening the door quickly, wishing she had thought to change into something other than a crop top and the sweatpants she wore to bed. “nico, hey,” she said, the stench of alcohol too strong for her not to notice as soon as she opened the door, “of course i’m down, i can’t sleep anyway. are you okay, though?”
even though there was a part of her that screamed she shouldn't have, nico couldn't help but scan over indy's body. even in clothes most would see as lazy wear, the blonde was absolutely beautiful. was she okay? the answer obviously was no, the farthest thing from that, in fact. yet only one thing came to her mind, the same thing that jumped right out of her mouth. "i am now." she was always 'okay' with indy, always in a mental safe place. "what i'm thinking of involves goose rocks lighthouse, though. you sure you're still up for it?" the lighthouse was supposedly haunted (not that nico believed any of it), but she knew it would probably be cold out there in the dark.













