@onlygod: [ dance ] for jessica because oh my god they were roommates non-verbal starters. | accepting.
jessica’s grip tightens on the hand entwined in hers – not hard enough to break bone or even hurt him, easy as it would be, but it’s a warning, nonetheless. even as she seems powerless to stop their migration from the bar to the dance floor. thankfully, this isn’t josie’s – it’s some shitty little overpriced college bar, but it means tonight’s throwback night which means the dj’s abusing the same joan jett on repeat.
lips by matt’s ear, she hisses between an incredulous bout of laughter when she realizes this isn’t actually a joke, “okay, wow, dancing is not my thing, murdock - i am not shitfaced enough for this.”











