#molly|interaction.

"what?" molly frowns a little at their words. choosing oz hadn't been personal... it had just been easy, unfortunately for them. she rolls her eyes and leans against a nearby tree. "it's not, really. i just knew i could get you out here to do what i need to do. it was all out of convenience, really. i'm sure that you understand."

molly practically skips off of the stage, offering her usual thanks to the crew before locking eyes with the person she’s really interesting in seeing. “what did you think?” she doesn’t hang around to listen the answer, grabbing for their hand to pull them along towards the ‘green room’. really, it’s a tiny space with water, a few snacks and an old leather couch. “i’m fucking hot,” she complains, t-shirt already being pulled off before they even make it through the door. it’s not a surprise after she’s been hopping around on stage for an hour... but she still has plenty of energy. “it was good right? i’m like... buzzing.” as if acknowledging them for the first time that evening, her eyes sweep slowly over them. “you look good.”

"so, where's the coffee kept around here?" molly could be a little more modest but the clothes she'd had on the night prior wouldn't cover much more and so she strolls out of the bedroom in nothing more than her underwear. her fingers comb through her hair to tame it as she heads for the obvious looking kitchen. "oh —  morning too, i guess."

hanging around outside of their hotel room is probably a bad idea, and yet molly finds herself knocking on the door and waiting patiently anyway. "c'mon," she calls, lips pressed close to the crack of the door, "people are gonna get ideas if they see me!" and those ideas would be perfectly right.

"babe — i swear, it's just to generate a little buzz before we announce our next album!" granted, molly knows she has been busier than usual with the PR moves she's had to pull and she does feel guilty about it, but there's little she can do.

"wow —  i pour my heart and soul into a song for you and the best thing you can say is that's kinda gay, babe? isn't that like the whole fucking point?"

glancing up from her phone, molly fixed them with a wholly unimpressed look. she'd started off just scrolling through her social media but now she flipped it so that they could see the screen. a timer, still going, on display. "you've just talked at me for at least ten minutes now, did you know that?"

“you... you’re dating someone?” admittedly molly had been away from town for a long time. a two month long tour turned into meeting with a label and starting to write an album. before she knew it she’d been gone for over six months. still, she’d hoped they might abide by the request that she’d made when she left. she couldn’t commit to a relationship then but she was finally home and ready. “i thought you were going to wait for me!”