to the moon ☽

“Oh my god, you look great, don’t even.” Chelsea rolled her eyes, taking off her headband. “But here. Add a little gold, and this black dress is instantly perfect for the occasion.” She said, placing it on her friends head and taking the champagne. 

“Oh, I--” Before Amata could stop the other girl, Chelsea befitted her with her own glittery headband. Even so, Amata smiled. “Thanks.” She finished, bringing her hand up to touch the accessory. Holding her glass up, Amata motioned for a toast. “To twenty-twenty-five.” 

Peter nodded, the smell of the wine turning his own stomach. He stifled a gag. “Yeah. You look how I feel. It’s a shame that I paid this much for this.” He set the glass down and shook his head, “I’d join you in that switch, but I can’t get drunk tonight.” He paused, “Well, it’s more like I shouldn’t get drunk tonight.” He set a hand on his hip and smiled sheepishly, “And I know I don’t look it, but I’m a super lightweight.”

"Right? Finishing it is just an obligation now.” Amata pursed her lips as she turned her gaze to the dark liquid once more, staring at her distorted reflection. “I probably shouldn’t be drinking either,” She admitted embarrassingly. Truthfully, she shouldn’t have even bothered coming out at all. It was always a risk, especially during this time of the month. “Right, right.” Amata chuckled softly under her breath. “I totally had you pegged for a hard alcoholic, Laurent.” 

“I mean I much prefer the champagne,” Molly insisted, holding up her own glass.

“This is what I get for trying something new,” Amata admitted, turning her gaze back to the glass in question. “I probably shouldn’t be drinking tonight anyways.” 

“It’s not very good, but it’s tradition,” Indigo replied with a shrug, taking another sip from her glass.

“We need another tradition, then,” Amata replied, chuckling softly. She tipped the glass of wine, watching as the liquid swirled around inside. “It taste like dirt.” 

“It can’t be that bad,” he insisted, reaching for his own glass and taking a sip. Lorcan immediately pulled a face. “Never mind, this is garbage. Do they not have anything better?”

“Not sure,” Amata admitted, glancing around at their surroundings, looking for a place to quietly discard the drink. “It’s New Years, though. I’d imagine someone around here has champagne.”

“The trick is,” Ophelia said, right before downing her own glass. “To just drink it all at once.” 

Amata chuckled softly as she watched the dark liquid quickly empty out of the other girl’s glass. “I probably shouldn’t even be drinking, honestly.” 

“Oh come on, it’s not that bad,” he insisted with a soft smile.

Amata frowned, staring at the distorted version of her reflection in the dark liquid. “It’s pretty bad.” 

“Nah I’m pretty sure this is one of those things people pretend to like to seem classy or whatever.”

“Makes sense,” Amata replied, bringing the glass to her lips once more, giving it another taste just to make sure. It was still disgusting. “I probably shouldn’t drink tonight anyways.” 

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Peter shrugged, smelling the wine and wincing. “I poured myself a glass because it sounded interesting, but now I sort of regret it.” He helf the glass up and raised an eyebrow at Amata, “Cheers… to getting better wine?”

"I’ll cheers to that,” Amata replied, her tone soft as she matched Peter’s movements with her own. The scent that wafted off of the dark liquid was strong enough to make her stomach turn. It was bad enough that the full moon was in less than twelve hours. “I should just stick to firewhiskey, or something,” She continued, looking around for a place to ditch her drink. 

“Do I wanna know the word you were looking for?” Lily wondered, making a face before chuckling. She watched Amata, an amused smile on her face. “Okay, maybe more than slightly,” she conceded. She beamed at hearing that the other girl wouldn’t be able to not talk to her. “Aw. That’s like the sweetest thing you’ve ever said to me,” she joked.

Running her hand against the back of her neck, Amata shrugged. ‘Lousy’ didn’t even begin to describe the kind of upbringing that Amata had had when she was younger, and in the end, it affected her more than she wanted to admit. “It’s just an expression,” She muttered, giving her friend an apologetic smile. Taking another fry from Lily’s plate, Amata bit into it, playfully rolling her eyes. “Well, don’t get used to it. I’ve got a reputation to maintain, you know.” 

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