#vitatm

Ellie: If you did, I'm sorry.

Aspen: Though, I'm sure you have plenty of panties at your place.

Aspen couldn’t believe that she had left her wallet at the cafe. The fact that she had to drag Venice with her as well, she felt bad that it wasn’t the night that they had planned. And that she made herself seem like she couldn’t keep anything in control. In reality, there wasn’t much of a plan that was going on, Aspen was just surprised that Venice agreed to hang out with her. As she was looking around her office, on the desk, under her desk... which was difficult to do in a body hugging dress, but she managed to do so. Normally she would keep her wallet in her purse, she didn’t remember what happened that made her forget it there. As she opened the drawer of her desk, she let out a sigh of relief when spotting it. She almost jumped when feeling a finger running over her shoulder... where she had a scar due to needing surgery after a softball accident in high school. Slowly, she turned around, eyes meeting the blonde’s through the moonlight shining through the window. The touch of her had shot a shiver down her spine, goosebumps erupting over her skin. When watching as Venice took a step back from her, it only had Aspen take a step forward, making their space they way it was only a second ago. “Why are you sorry?” @vitatm​

“Heyyy across the hall neighbor.” Ellie said with a soft giggle. She had a few drinks coursing through her system, nothing to make her completely drunk or even buzzed, just enough to feel good. Flopping on the ground beside the blonde, Ellie held out her hand with a drink in it towards the other. “Are you having fun? Do you want to go swimming, or do you want to blow this Popsicle stand and just have fun somewhere else? Because I already know that I’m going to have some fucking awful tan lines because of this bathing suit.” She said with another laugh as she pointed to the way her bikini top was. @vitatm​

It had been a couple of weeks since Aspen had last been at ceux qui sont tombés. She needed a distraction, with not hearing from Venice, even with texting her, Aspen feared that she did something wrong, or that she was terrible for the other at the night in her office. What was a better way to get your mind off of something than to go see some amazing -- very attractive dancers? As she was heading towards the bar to get herself a drink, a familiar dancer had caught her eye, stopping in her tracks so she could turn around. “Hey.” Aspen eyes scanned over the other as she got closer. “When do you think I’d be able to give you that tip you deserve?” @vitatm​

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“have you gone in the hay bale maze yet? it’s lowkey an insult to nav majors but whatever.” she’d definitely seen enough lost-looking people inside to feel superior, which was nice. / @vitatm​