#aftertste

––––––––––––––WHEN THALIA ASKED evelyn to go out with her, it was a no brainer. between work and literally anything else going on in her life, going out with thalia felt like a priority, and one that would be much more fruitful than staying in bed for the night. so here she is, a little buzzed, drink in hand, asking something that felt a little bold, but was far from. after all, anyone that had seen their friendship could easily tell there was something there. a big smile appears on her lips when the brunette kisses her, evelyn pulling her in and squeezing her hips.            ‘ you know, i didn’t think you’d say yes. ’

“it’s the only chance we’ve got. we get out now while it’s still dark, or we’re dead.”

gio: fucking braxton saran wrapped my car when i left the gym. it took like 45 mins to get in it.

“mirren is throwing the party? the one on the 31st?” one of his brows are quirked upward; a hand resting on his hip. mirren is the last person he’d expect to throw a party — the most talked about event for the remaining chunk of the year, too. “why?” he asks, incredulous.

paisley: how's your day?

“i would ask if you could behave yourself, but we both know that’s not possible,” ava said playfully wrapping her arms around his neck as she leaned in closer.

edie: so if you get an angry text my bad 🤷🏼‍♀️