@incnerate
Ava seriously hasn’t thought this through. She’s standing on River’s doorstep in her bridesmaid’s dress with far too much liquor running through her veins without a single idea as to what she’s going to say. If this doesn’t go well she’ll blame it on her emotions being heightened by the wedding and  the copious amounts of wine making her slightly irrational and just shove everything that she’s about to spill out back down so she can pretend it doesn’t exist. She presses the doorbell and takes a step back, rubbing her arms to fight the biting chill of the night air as she waits for him to come. She’s balanced precariously in her high heels, only moments away from tipping over as she leans against the wall slightly for extra support. At this point, despite the alcohol fogging up her brain, her heart’s working overtime as it beats away in her chest. She’s more than nervous; her mouth goes dry as she hears footsteps come towards the door.
