#viggc.

fingers mindlessly skitter upon the jeweled surface of his jacket, her eyes skimming over the crowd, before drawing back to him. “ you’re so sparkly, ” she beams, alcohol blushing her cheeks. “ at least olivier rousteing didn’t let me down. without o, who do you think will get dragged into a fight ? personally, i think it’s giovanni. especially with ennio around, ” one date with natalia, and she’s been caught up on the gossip. “ he’s like a dog don’t you think ? territorial. either him or anyone else from their little clique. maybe hector... or silje. she talks a lot of shit. ” ( @viggc​ )

the door pulls shut, gently behind her, soft footsteps taking her into the living room. she creeps up behind the sofa, where viggo is sat, wrapping her arms around his shoulders. “ not to brag, but that was for sure my new record, ” the words are most definitely boastful, but only loud enough for him to hear, in fear of waking a finally sleeping tainá. “ i adore her but i swear she turns into a different baby when it’s time for a nap. if she wakes up crying, you’re getting her. ” ( @viggc​ )

“ are you still busy playing host or have you got a split second to spare ? ” she pushes a glass into his hand. “ drink before you exhaust yourself to death. ”