#maqamir

She listened as he spoke, doing her best to keep the demeanor to onlookers of two friends having a drink together, and as the bartender gave her her drink, she began to sip at it. Sheltered. She knew that feeling all too well. Though she was certain it had to be for a different reason than what Midler had been sheltered for. Nevertheless, she still took Daniels answer with a grain of salt. 

Thus an eyebrow would be raised as she traced the stem of her glass with a perfectly manicured nail while the other one allowed her chin to rest in its palm. 

               Returning to the basement some hours later, all laundry clean, dry and delivered to everyone’s rooms, Terence was ready to relax. But something.. felt entirely amiss.

          Stopping, he slowly scanned the space around him searching for anything out of place, missing or otherwise. But there was.. nothing. Everything looked as he left it but that feeling in his stomach didn’t subside. Growing frustrated, he began opening drawers, checking the order of his game cases and cartridges, inspecting his consoles and TVs, opening his doll cabinet-

Perhaps getting into the drink was not the best idea. However, she couldnt help herself once she got that first taste. It was quite a pleasant taste. She didnt think he would mind, and so she found herself drinking until her vision blurred, seeing double of everything once again. Her knees shook, and she felt her heartbeat increased in pace. Hence, it lead to her placing his hand so dangerously close to her breast. 

     That is, until she found herself stumbling, and losing her balance, thus causing him to lose balance as well. 

Her chest now pressed to his, her arms close to wrapping around him but instead pressed against the floor. Her head rested on his chest for a moment while she collected her bearings. As soon as her senses came back to her a bit, she looking up at him, straps from shirt having fallen down ever so slightly and giving him that look, the same one that had been given to him the time before. One seemingly of bedroom eyes, however unintentional. 

A moments panic, and she made attempts at lifting herself slightly, “S-sorry--!” Of course, her efforts were in vain. Her arms were far too wobbly to lift herself up. Thus, she stayed where she was. 

As removed as his current level of intoxication allowed him to be from his surroundings - dampening the impact of the other’s words - it was unable to prevent a sudden swell of disgust from rising within Terence at his brother’s closing thought. 

No. You don’t have the right. You have no right to make demands of my future. 

She stood, eying the outfit laid out upon sheets, and reaffirming her choice. Towel fell from body as she would grip red dress, long with slit down side, enough to leave just enough to the imagination. More covering than usual, but still hugging her frame nicely. Once more, her fingers would run through her hair, and she pulled it all to one side, before looking over herself in the mirror. 

Satisfied at what she saw, she would catch out of corner of eye that a presence outside the cracked door. Smirk brought itself upon painted lips, before she would speak.