#cvntcon

SCARLETT: please be my salvation

RIVER: tell me you're the cute girl with the bmth top.

CYNTHIA: because last night i was this close to an orgasm and now i’m drinking box wine from target because someone had to interfere

                    she’s laid out on the couch, feet propped up, in just a tank top and a pair of underwear, her shift at the bar a few blocks away not starting for a few hours so she’s comfortable. she doesn’t even look up from her phone as she hears her partner enter. ’ babe, you left the door open this morning when you went out. let all my heat out and i got flamed by the landlord. ’ she peeks up for a second, dropping her phone to throw a couch pillow at him. ’ i don’t care how CUTE you are, i’ll still kick your ass . ’

she rounds the corner, nearly stumbling against the wall but instead gripping it to keep her balance. the party was dwindling down, and delilah didn’’t usually drink -- or no where near this much, if she ever did. however, things were different tonight. she was trying to forget this unnecessary feeling of guilt that dug into the pit of her stomach. you see, kissing your best friend was one thing -- but having sex? she was never good at no strings attached, because whether she wanted to or not ; she’d tied a pretty little bow on whatever they were doing, and expectations are what killed you. it was a stupid fight, she was seeing someone now - she didn’t want to continue something pointless if neither of them were brave enough to admit there were real feelings behind it. or maybe she was just a dumb girl, with stupid hopes, somehow seeing the best in a situation doomed from the start. slumping down on the couch next to him, her lips pouted. “i know you’re still mad at me ---” for having a boyfriend? for not telling him about it until tonight? for showing up with him? she’s not sure. “b-but can you please take me home -- jake is passed out by the pool, and-” she hiccups, tucking stray midnight locks behind her ear. “my phone is dead, at least call me an uber?” dark brown hues flickered over to meet his gaze. “please don’t be mad. i don't wanna' sleep here tonight..” 

. . . . . mOMMY I FEEL ATTACKED HAHAHAHA

      ❝ i told you. ❞ she snaps, rolling her eyes. ❝ i apologized for coming in late ––– i don't know what else you want me to do. ❞ she replies, pulling off her heels and massaging her knuckles. it sucked that she had to keep a huge part of herself private, but she was trying her best to be the best for him. ❝ i'll make it up to you –– anything you want. please just stop yelling, i've had a long day and my body aches. i'd rather we just have a heated discussion in the bathtub or something. ❞

      jaime sits on the edge of the ring, eyebrows furrowed. he begins to undo the wraps on his hands while she stood in front of him with pictures of him with someone else. ❝ i'm confused. ❞ he says looking back down at his hands. ❝ you had someone follow me around and take pictures ––– when paparazzi do that for free ––– because you were suspicious? you said we were just friends, since when did that clarify i couldn't go out with other people? ❞