#s. cherry

"dance with me? my ex is here and if she thinks i am here alone she'll never leave me be. just one dance?" sabella bounced on her feet, hoping they could hear her over the live band playing on the other side of the bar.

sabella wasn't plastered, but she wished she was. she had come out for a night on the town, a thin excuse for an escape, something to leach the exhaustion from her bones. an hour of dancing had left her flushed and wanting, one water and one vodka shot and then she could return to the dance floor. her mistake was choosing the bar. she slid into a free space and ordered, happily accepting the ice cold glass in one hand and sterile vodka shot in the other. god, she could pour the water over her body and go back out if it was socially acceptable, but before she could consider it, someone's voice cut through the chest thrumming bass of the dj's retro 2000s setlist. "jesus, you startled me." she cussed, spilling her water against the bartop.

"i just think that if you can't jump all in, there isn't much of a point in trying."

"are you mine? 'cause i stay here all the time." sabella teased, but she was sincere beneath her tone. she was here all the time, they seemed inseparable but she couldn't tell what she was to them. @wtermelons ft. who'd have know? by lily allen

"it's not like i can be all sunshine and roses all the time." sabella sighed, tucking her hands into her pockets as she leaned against the wall. the hallway was dark, but they could still hear the party downstairs in full swing. "you don't have to hang out with me, you know."