love drunk || zasha.
“Zoe !! It’s me! Rasha !!” The short haired nineteen year old practically screeched into the phone as soon as her ex muttered a sleepy hello. The music from the club was banging around her, hitting her ear drums. With a giggle she moved out of someones way, tripping for a second but catching herself as she hiccuped. The alcohol was really hitting her and she could barely stand yet how she was talking to Zoe made so much sense to her. Zoe was always the person she went to, and she really did love her. No matter how many other dates she went on, or people she met it was always Zoe. Sure, she’d broken up with the girl but, not because she wanted to. She just thought Zoe could do way better than her, and college was a time to meet people, that’s what she figured Zoe would want, so she ended things. “Can you come get meeeee?” she questioned, another hiccup escaping her mouth, “please? I’m at that terrible bar we snuck into once! But, I’m alone, I don’t know how to get home.”
