@thursdayplans || you didn’t ask for this but merry fishmas
The night was always young until the sun started filtering in through the windows, until the bottles of whiskey ran dry, until those feelings of listlessness and self-loathing set in. The night was young until it was not. And she had intended to spend the night alone. While the phone calls and texts could be ignored, the pounding on her door could not. Begrudgingly up to her feet and heading towards the door, Verin turned off her phone and tossed it aside to create an alibi for her lie. Muttering a few curses, the blonde simply unlocked the door before returning to her place out on the balcony.









