#sofia; os

"can we leave, please?" her voice was low but sharp, lips close to the other's ear in an effort to be heard over the buzz of the party. "i need to get out of here now, and if you don't take me, someone else will."

"goddammit," sofia groaned as the familiar face appeared in front of her, already the bane of her existence in the few short weeks they'd been forced to spend together. "how much more do i have to do to get away from you? what, did you shove a tracker in my panties or something?" being under lock and key was so not cool anymore.

“goddammit,” sofia groaned as the familiar face appeared in front of her, already the bane of her existence in the few short weeks they’d been forced to spend together. “how much more do i have to do to get away from you? what, did you shove a tracker in my panties or something?” being under lock and key was so not cool anymore.

“are you sober enough to drive?” sofia asked as she interrupted her friend’s conversation, heels dangling from her hand. her cheeks are flushed, muscles in her neck tight; a tell-tale sign that the girl was on the verge of crying. “i should’ve known better than coming here. this is my dad’s third engagement party in, what, five years? and they all royally suck.” her lips curled as she spoke, casting a sour glance over her shoulder to make sure her future step-mommy wasn’t still chasing her around. “i don’t even care if you’re sober, can you get me out of here? or at least fucked up enough so i don’t remember this horrid night.” 

“Dearest, I am so tired of this event.” Sofia whined, a pout on her bright red lips. Her friend was the only one at these events that kept her from losing her mind, but today the effect was lessened. If she had to speak to one more person twice her age about whatever it was her family’s company was doing, she would throw a fit. “Can we please leave? Escaping a few hours early won’t be a tragedy.” 

"are you stupid or do you have a death wish?" sofia hissed as she practically cornered the other person, not shocked but definitely offended to see them in her home. "i told you to stay away. do you have to be such a dick that you won't even respect that?"

“I am just so sick of him.” Sofia huffed as soon as the door opened, not even hesitating to walk into the other’s home as if she owned it. “He’s inconsiderate and rude and I don’t know why I waste my time on him.” She lied, knowing exactly why; publicity. Dating the son of a well known actor opened up doors for her and her beginning career, and she needed those connections to get out from under the thumb of her commanding father. But every so often it was too much and she showed up on the other’s doorstep, mascara beneath her eyes and throat raw from yelling, seeking some semblance of comfort that she never got from her so called boyfriend. “And, hi. I hope you don’t mind me showing up unannounced.”

Sofia heard the door to the backyard open from her position, laid out on a lounge table on her stomach with her head turned towards the door. She slowly blinked her eyes open, a lazy smile on her lips; though she’s wearing bikini bottoms, her torso is bare, not exactly a rare occasion. The redhead was vehemently against tan lines. “Well, hello,” She mused, lifting herself up onto her elbows, careful to block the view of her bare chest. “Would you please be a dear and hand me that towel?”