#aytob

"You're comfy." She's drunk, and she may have decided whether or not you wanted her to to sit on your lap.

     she may or may not be ignoring everyone in favor of dancing.

The music was blaring through the house, and everyone seemed to be either celebrating the perfect matches--or drowning out the lack of perfect matches--they'd gotten in that last ceremony. This was obviously achieved by alcohol, and Isaac had snuck his way upstairs, into the infamous boom boom room--hey, he'd never been in there, and was curious, alright? "Where's the light?" He mumbled to himself, vision obviously a bit hazy before he took a step back and bumped into someone else.

"I miss sex."

     ❛ do you ever think about us? ❜

Sophie was playing the avoidance game. She had been avoiding Stiles and Lydia both after Stiles exuberance over the fact that Brett and Lydia weren't a match, and she was starting to think that the sandwich she was eating most likely had better luck than she did when she heard someone else enter the room. Looking up, she rolled her eyes before getting up. "Room's all yours." 

"Well considering every time I come back here I find out that even more shit has hit the fan, let's just skip the recap and talk about who you're all picking for the ceremony."