#undvrcontrol

This was supposed to be an interrogation of sorts.  A chance for the prosecution to find holes in his story to find out if he was hiding anything, but this was different.  Gerard had already confessed to the crime and had given the authorities more than enough detail to ensure that it was obvious it couldn’t be anyone else.  On top of that, he had already turned down his right to legal representation and told them he would be representing himself which would usually be unwise in a case that would keep him in jail.

Leia had no right to be angry, to be upset. It had just been a simple misunderstanding, no harm done. The girl at the bar had noticed Leia and started flirting and Leia, of course, had flirted back. Then the lights of the bar caught her engagement ring and the girl apologized before pulling away and finding someone else. All in all, not a big deal.

So why was she so angry? Why did she immediately say goodbye to her friends and come home? Why did she look at her emails in the Uber home, see the one about finalizing the invitations order and almost throw her phone out the window? It was stress, she was obviously stressed and tired and she needed her fiance. She needed to wrap herself in one of Indigo’s hoodie and remember what was really important.

Her head was a little dizzy, but she wasn’t drunk, no slurred speech or twisted ankles to be had. What was down was her guard. Alina turned to head back to her friends after ordering a Sprite and declining a stranger’s offer to buy her a drink when the man grabbed her wrist. When she tried to pull her arm away, the man didn’t let go until he knew the force would make her fall. Stumbling backward the brunette knocked over two dancers, spilling drinks and glasses en route. Her bronze skin was warm with embarrassment and the adrenaline pumping in her veins was a distraction to the little bits of glass in her arm and the small cuts that were red with warm blood. A thank you past her painted lips as she looked back at the strong arms helping her up, expecting it to be one of the dancers, the unfamiliar bright blue eyes were a surprising comfort, “Careful... there’s some glass on the floor, I think?” As her gaze fell to the floor she saw the blood on her arm and the tiny bits of glass, a mildly panicked whimper passing her lips as she asked, “That’s not serious, right?”

8:30 PM. That’s the time Pierce told her he was going to meet her. In fact, that’s the time the whole damn thing was supposed to start. She had gotten ready in plenty of time beforehand, and now she was standing on the steps of some fancy place that she’s already forgotten the name of in a floor length, sparkly gown and freezing her ass off at 8:40 PM. And it was fair to say that she was getting more and more irritated as the minutes ticked by.

Jasper had mentally prepared himself for running into Kenzie. Don’t get him wrong, in any of his practiced scenarios it had never went well from him, he had always reached the point of mentally grovelling and something along the lines on begging and other things that —  no fake scenario could prepare him for Kenzie. He took a small breath, a tight smile on his face, “hey” he spoke quietly. Yeah, this was going to be great, what could go wrong running into your freshly broken-up ex while out trying to get said ex off his mind. He brought the drink to his lips, using the time to think his way out of the situation. Easier said than done. He cleared his throat, “uh how are you?” He didn’t really want to know but he was raised to at least be cordial.