Mia fought through the throes of the party as best her 5’3” frame could manage, often getting lost in the shuffle. That being said, she was far from helpless. With sharp elbows to push need be and the bravado of a prize fighter she wormed her way through the throng in single minded purpose, Noemi. Yeah, they were fighting, but weren’t they always? At least, a smirk flit across her lips, the sex is better when Noemi’s pissed off anyway. The crowd thinned out, unraveled into darkened corners of the house untouched by the thrumming base and party lights. Steeling her gaze, she scanned the area, jaw setting just as she caught sight of Noemi’s long brown hair, her leggy tanned body tangled around some bottle blonde babe. “Hey!” Mia barked, her voice surprisingly authoritative despite her diminutive size. She marched straight over, grasping blondie by the fabric of her blouse, some flouncy floaty thing she wouldn’t want to get ripped. Mia would hardly have to any work at all. Immediately the girl recoiled, looking one part stricken one part angry. “Get lost, Lipstick.” The girl hesitated, ready to strike before realizing her shirt was on the line. As she turned tail she tossed curses over her shoulder all down the hall, but Mia hardly paid them any mind. She stepped forward, roughly grasping Noemi by the front of her shorts. Their bodies pressed together hard as they fell back against the wall, Mia pinning her there with ease. “Bitch, please. You wanna try that again?” She quirked a brow, eyes narrowing on Noemi’s in what she hoped came across as intimidating, but the drunken giggles that escaped only moments later ruined the effect. Still laughing, Mia tipped up her chin and drew their lips together in a kiss, one she needed to push up onto her tiptoes to roughen. She hesitated, easing her grasp off the shorts and shoving her hand down them instead. Their faces were but an inch or so apart as she drew back, her breath still hot and sticky against her cheeks. Mia playfully nipped her lower lip before flicking a gaze to Noemi’s eyes. “I don’t share well – specially not with dropkicks like that.”
