how was she supposed to act? or more to the point: how did these people know her? ariel had been burnt out long ago, had learned how to turn her drinking into an outlet rather than a party past time, but was that the same for the ariel that her current schoolmates knew her as? ‘timelines’ were a funny thing --- ‘parallel universes’ as some liked to call it --- and as her fellow teenagers dissolved into the party atmosphere seamlessly, ariel couldn’t help but get caught up in the questions, her lips playing with the rim of her half-finished firewhiskey. she should’ve taken it slow. she didn’t.
noticing a figure out of the corner of her eye, she trained herself to smile, tilting her head to meet their gaze. ❛ should i re-introduce myself? ❜ she joked, chuckling to herself as she turned back to stare at the lake. ❛ for all i know, you used to be my best friend. i already found one of those... ❜
