#fknight

two empty wine bottles sat on the coffee table in front of where marley and fallon were sprawled out on the couch, fallon’s head nestled into marley’s lap. feeling warm and dangerously sleepy, marley’s fingers wound into fallon’s hair. she hummed softly, fingers raking through auburn locks and twirling pieces around slender digits. “hey, fall.” marley mused, winding a lock of her friend’s hair between her fingers. “thanks for bein’ my friend.” speech faintly slurred, marley grinned despite the fact that her eyes were starting to droop - sleep obviously imminent. “i just hope ya know how much i appreciate you and you bein’ there for me whenever i need ya. i don’t say it enough.” finally, marley’s hands stilled - fingers still tangled in fallon’s hair - and sleep took her.

with one blanket wrapped around her head and roughly three more wrapped around her body, marley looked like an absolute buffoon. she couldn’t care less, though. between work and her mess of a personal life, marley hadn’t gotten to spend nearly as much time with her best friend as she would have liked. looking over at fallon, a wide grin spread across marley’s face and she, quite literally, flopped over so that her head fell into fallon’s lap. “i love it almost as much as i love our dance parties. which need to resume asap, just as an fyi.”

golden - favorite stationary product?

“bic ballpoint pens. extra smooth, preferably.” she answered with a shrug. “i’ve just always used ‘em. no good reason behind it, really.

ivory - describe your pajamas?

“usually just an oversized t-shirt. i tend to run hot and i cannot sleep in a hot room or with a ton of clothes on. it’s, like, the one time i get really cranky.” she nodded, slowly. “that is, unless, i’ve got...a guest of sorts.” marley chuckled. “i’ve got a couple of cute little matchin’ set type things? but those are only for special occasions.”

freckles - most-worn article of clothing?

“my favorite pair of justin’s. i’ve had ‘em for years and they look so rough, but they’re broken in and comfy as all get out. every time someone catches me in ‘em, they tell me i need new ones but i can’t give ‘em up. and have you ever broken in a new pair of boots? it’s awful.”

Barreling into their shared suite, Marley tossed her beach bag onto her bed and threw open her suitcase, barely registering who was there with her until she finally slowed down enough to look up. “Oh, thank ya sweet baby Jesus. You got a couple minutes you could spare, Fallon?” Marley offered a small, mildly frantic smile as she held two dresses in her hands. “As much as I love Mig and Trev, they don’t always have the best fashion advice and I’m havin’ a moment.” Placing her hands on her hips, Marley’s head fell back on her shoulders and she let out a long sigh. “I think,” She began before righting her head again, “I just agreed to go on a date. I haven’t been on a proper date in years, Fallon. Literal years!” Marley let out a soft groan and flopped face down onto her bed. “I am a disaster. Help.”