#rideevent002.

eve didn’t even know why she had gone to this stupid fucking anniversary thing. perhaps she had deluded herself into thinking it would be a bit of harmless fun. as if she didn’t know she would see leo there. and god, was that still a stab to the chest. she hadn’t eaten anything before she left for the party and she hadn’t eaten anything since being there, so the alcohol she was consuming was hitting her a lot faster than usual. she finished the last of her wine and ordered a round of shots, smacking west’s arm. ❝ drink these with me. ❞ he was not getting a choice. he seemed in the same boat as she was, anyway, so getting drunk was good for them both. eve picked up a shot glass and lifted it to her lips, swallowing the liquid in one and slammed the glass down onto the table. licking her lips, she could taste the sourness of the alcohol on her lips and she smiled, turning her head to look around them. her eyes settled on celine after passing over leo and she wrapped her arm around west’s shoulders. ❝ you know what we should do, west? i got a really fun idea. ❞ lips pressed against his cheek and she giggled, reaching for another shot to take. the glass was held loosely between her fingers as she patted his cheek with the other hand. ❝ you should go and tell celine to meet us in your room and we should fuck. ❞ the last word was accentuated with her tongue clicking against the mouth of her mouth. eve threw the glass onto the table and pressed a kiss to west’s mouth, tasting the alcohol on his lips and chasing the high she got from it. ❝ yeah, definitely do that. go and tell her to meet us in your room, baby. ❞

❝ well, you’ve really out done yourself this year, evelyn. ❞ the fact that oliver was choosing to call her by her full name rather than nickname here right now was rather telling. perhaps it was all in the name of keeping up appearances or perhaps it was something deeper. who knew? not him, that was for sure. everything was about keeping up appearances these days and he lifted the cup to his lips and finished off the remnants of his beer. ❝ the beer needs work, but what can you do on a budget? ❞ a well placed insult was always worth it and oliver leaned over to place the cup down on the nearest surface. he could feel eyes on them because it was hardly everyday that the president of the diablos walked up to the president of the reapers and started a casual conversation. he pulled the pack of cigarettes from the inside of his leather jacket and took a cigarette from it, placing it between his lips. oliver offered the packet towards her and cocked an eyebrow. ❝ i can never remember if you smoke or not. guess it doesn’t help you’ve stolen them from me once or twice after a particularly.. hard conversation. ❞ the deeper meaning of his words would not be lost on evelyn and he found himself grinning as he pulled a zippo from his pocket and lit his cigarette.