#winona|interaction.

with a big, dramatic pout on her lips winona reaches for her friend’s hand, rather decidedly lacing their fingers together. “you seem to be having fun…"she muses, as if she isn't the one stepping in to interrupt that fun. "which is great, obviously. i just thought you’d be coming home with me tonight.”

“me? key your car? now just why would i do that?” considering their ‘relationship’ is so on and off, and right now it’s currently off, that’s about all the motive winona would need. she still fully intends to play stupid, though.

"you want me to punch him in the face? 'cause i'll do it."

"who the hell invited you?!" if it's not obvious by her tone winona is far from impressed, barely able to hold herself back when she lays her eyes upon them.

“you said 'just one more time' last time, remember?” that being said winona is the one who turned up at their place. she hadn’t made them let her in or anything like that but she was only chancing her luck. she didn’t expect them to acquiesce. “you know why i’m here, right?” she swirls the remnants of the drink they offered her after letting her in, bringing it up to her lips to down it before setting the empty glass down. “so why don’t we skip the rest of the small talk and do what i’m here for?”

“thanks.” winona feels like this was a better idea in her head half an hour ago when she was trying to come up with a plan. now that she’s sat in nyla’s car the buzz of alcohol is wearing off a little and she regrets not drinking more of only to stave her off any awkward conversation. “yeah, i was in the mood to go out and no one else was,” she shrugs, “does that mean that i shouldn’t get to have a good time? i don’t think so.”

tucking her hands in between her thighs in the hopes that the coolness of her exposed legs might warm them, winona just offered a shrug. she didn’t think cosima would be happy to see her but she’d showed up and that was something, wasn’t it? “i was just having a good time! no big deal really, is it? it would’ve been fine if i’d remembered to charge my phone before i went out,” she grumbled a little half-heartedly. “can’t order an uber without it and i couldn’t look for anyone else’s number… so.”