slow burn

They can make a ton of drinks. I’d love to try it. The house has one right?

I think! If not, you can use mine.

"It wasn’t about you, silly." Christian drawled out each and every word with a luring tone, inhaling the smoke before exhaling it. "I had a breakdown over Tanner. I was being stupid, it was a coping mechanism." He breathed out, his eyes moving to the floor. "Have you got an ashtray?" He asked, lifting his head to look at Tabitha.

Tabby blushed, embarrassed by the mistake she had made. "Yeah, of course, duh Tabby." She whispered. She glanced at the ground too and shook her head. "Uh.. Coke can! There's one on the floor can you grab it?" She grinned up at the boy and placed the cigarette between her lips once again.

Thanks.

I hope you're well.

"Better not happen again, I had a breakdown to Dawson when I was drunk." Christian hummed, pulling he packet open as he grabbed one for himself. He put the packet on the side, holding the cigarette between his lips as he lit it up. "It’s a new habit, a tactic even. It’s my way of getting over Tanner, should work, right?" 

"A breakdown? About me?" The girl scoffed, her face pinkening as was typical for her. "Why?" She asked suddenly, staring at the boy. Tabitha took another drag from her cigarette and exhaled, nodding. "I know. It should. Now we have an excuse to spend even more time together." She held the cigarette up and laughed. "Smoke break!"

Christian’s hands moved to grab at Tabitha’s thighs when she launched herself at him. He held the girl’s thighs around his hips, his head pressed against the crook of her neck as he stumbled back, easily regaining his footing again. “Why’d you just up and leave? Wasn’t fair, nor was it cool.” He mumbled against the mound of hair in his face.

Tabby nodded and she burrowed against the bo holding her. "I know. I wasn't.. given a choice. My therapist said I had to go." She held the boy tighter against her, dragging her fingers through his hair. "I'm sorry I love you, though, Chrissy. Won't happen again." She giggled loudly when she was dropped on her bed and then watched the boy, her eyes widening.

Sippin' from a bottle of vodka double wine || Christian & Tabitha

Tabby pulled a sweatshirt on over her tank top once Chris has said he was on his way. She reached onto the floor and picked up her discarded leggings, tugging those on as well. Sitting back down on her bed, she girl crossed her legs and took another swig from the bottle of vodka resting on her bed. 

New York, New York. The concrete jungle where dreams are made of. Apparently.

Oh so you're from here? Ha-ha!

Hi Tabby, it’s lovely to meet you.

The pleasure is mine, I'm sure.

Nooo, what are you going to get me?

You are butthurt, my friend. What are you getting me for my birthday?

Whatever you would like baby cakes. Hurry up.

What?! Why?

Because you wouldn't try my latte.

There we go! Vodka it is.

You're lucky I love you so much. I did however start without you.

Nope.

Jerk. Come drink vodka with me.

Make Dawson try it.

Why won't you try just a tiny sip.