based (loosely) on || @bcldwin
for the third night in a row, aurora was ushering her date for that night out of her penthouse at 3 am, assuring that she would call him, even though they both knew she probably wouldn’t. at this point, the redhead was a bit surprised that she still had celebrities to date; but she couldn’t really be blamed for being lonely. after pulling on a satin robe, aurora draped herself over her loveseat, holding her iphone up to frame her face. “hey, fuckface,” she quipped when the facetime was finally answered, “so, do you want to hear about my latest conquest, or can we just skip over that?” she leaned back, draping her long curls over the arm of the couch. “because i promise you, it wasn’t noteworthy. not even the sex.”
