#tfrgunnar

There was always glitter in obscene places by the time William Huntzberger was just fucked up enough to relax. Yes, yes how shocking that the smoothest man on the Upper East Side- the one with who held all the cards and never broke a sweat- was ever anything but relaxed. Everyone has their secrets though, even William Huntzberger. This wasn't one of them; at least not in the way some may think. If it were a Vanderbilt or even Hunter not an eye would be batted but he certainly was not. Most likely not even middle class. Oh the horror... Here we go though.

The bottle had landed on Gunnar and though her heart was bound to beat right out of her chest for being put on the spot in front of so many people from school, Sapphire and Jesse, she couldn’t help but feel relieved that it was her country pen pal she was to be paired with. Sophia’s expression was clear -- she was nervous, but she forced a smile and stood from the circle, holding her hand out to the blonde boy. It wasn’t out of the ordinary for them to hold hands, thank goodness. This isn’t strange, this isn’t strange, this isn’t strange.