#scige

freya: :0)

dominic: wyd

“you look really pretty.” dominic had leaned in to whisper into saige’s ear, feeling the pressing need to do so. and, she did look pretty. she always did, but more so against the flickering light of the bonfire/ almost ethereal-like. of course, the drinks dominic had consumed didn’t do him any favors. reasonably, he should’ve kept a distance from saige, but this had become their thing -- drinks and forgotten promises. they made this mistake too many times. “you wanna make some s’mores.” the switch in conversation wasn’t the most subtle, but it was something, he figured. @scige​

      @scige )      isaac liked to consider himself a responsible drinker.    as responsible as one could be while also being extremely chaotic.   nevertheless, he had rules for himself, the two most important being:  don’t get cross-faded    &     never drink heavily the night before an early practice.  but as he sits on a curb outside of a house party, his head resting in his hands with groans releasing from drunken lips, he’s come to realize that both of those rules have been broken.  hence why, pnly moments earlier, he tapped saige on the shoulder and asked her to come outside with him with the idea that he    (   needed to speak to her  ).   it wasn’t necessarily true.  however romeo was no where to be found   &   saige was the only other person he felt comfortable throwing up around if needed.  thankfully, it wasn’t needed yet.  he looks up, forgetting already that he had asked her to follow him outside and offers a genuinely happy grin.    “      holy shit, saige, when’d you get here ?      ”       words came out slightly slurred but excited nonetheless  &    at least the tug in his stomach telling him he should be kneeling over a toilet bowl stopped.     “      a party’s not a party without fucking saige !   when we go back in there we’re gonna take a shot, alright ?   in your honor.        ”