#celophanes

23. drunk kiss

(  it’s been a long night, and emily’s finally pulling herself off the hardwood floor and in the direction of the couch. girl talk is always fun.  ) 

‘  hey, lucy, thanks for letting me crash here. s’ really nice. not a lot of people are that nice to me -- queasy, hold on, whoa -- um. right. nice. maybe because i’m a massive bitch sometimes, but it’s whatever. 

‘  you make me not want to be a bitch, though. and that’s neat. thanks. for that.

(  she leans in, pressing the softest of kisses to her lips, as if it’s nothing.  )