@polaroidmemorys from this plot.
She shouldn’t have been drinking. One, because over the past month she’d repeated to herself that she wasn’t going to relapse. That she was going to stay sober, yet she still continued to blur the line until she was too drunk to care. It wasn’t the healthiest route for her. Sobriety was the big shiny goal. But to Lila it seemed like every time she thought she could see herself going longer and longer without the demon. Either it snuck up on her or she came crawling back; maybe it was a mixture of both each time. But as she finished her second glass she couldn’t even begin to care about the issue; she felt GOOd for the first time in weeks.
“ Do you want s’more? “ A brow kinks up, “ Not a s’more.. ” She murmured, brow knitting at her own slurring. “ Some... more? “ It didn’t matter either way as she let the bottle pour into their glass, letting the last drops of the strawberry vodka empty into it with a small grin. Sure it was the smartest way for the roommates to spend the night. More than once she’d already caught herself staring at them one too many times and tonight was no different. It was just more difficult to peel her gaze away, and she cared less about the after effects of what might happen if she took things one step further.
