going under .

                     she laughs with him, turning to walk backwards so she can face him while she speaks. “ don't doubt that. i remember getting high with you, it doesn't take too much. ” heels scratch against pavement as they near the club, & her hand lifts to pull the door open. “ i don't get embarrassed that easily, y'know. & i can dance, so i don't think all eyes will be on you, mister hot shot. -- plus, i bet you can dance if you try. ”

                    there's a shift in his expression, she can tell, & it only widens her smile. she was never one to get piss drunk, but it was okay to go every once in awhile & get a little loose, she thinks. “ i won't slip anything in your drink, ” she's kidding, of course, & his hands in his pocket keep her from reaching for his hand to pull him along. rather, she just walks past him, spinning around once she's out of the door to look at him, curls falling over her shoulders, laying over her chest. “ if i get enough alcohol in you, though, will it convince you to dance ? ”

                    the thing is, she knew allison & him had a thing before, & she can only assume that that's still a standing fact even now. therefore it registers in her mind that alright, she might have always been good enough, but.. allison was better. “ i couldn't, spencer. i couldn't-- have anything to do with this place, you know how-- ” fucked up i was. her head drops, as well as her shoulders, & she lets out a breath in attempts to relax her body ; being back was nice, but it still took getting use to. it would be a man's worst lie to accuse her of still not loving him, for even being around him for a few moments had her heart swelling. “ -- you were the first person i thought to come see. i talked to some other people, but.. -- i just feel so stupid whenever i talk, ” there's a breathy laugh entangled with her words & her head sakes, looking up to him with a small smile. “ we should go get a drink or something. ”

                    OF COURSE SHE could have -- she probably should have. but everything was in the moment, everything was all consuming, & she felt as though if she didn't get out at that very moment it would engulf her ; she'd suffocate. when she's invited in, she takes it as a step forward, & after having her back to him for a few moments, she slowly turns, hazel eyes liften to his own. “ i missed you, ” she's defeated. there's no doubt in her mind or heart that she loves him, & no doubt that she misses him -- it's inevitable. but she assumes most or at least half of those feelings aren't reciprocated, & last she heard, spencer was with someone. “ it was just-- time for me to come home, spence.. i felt-- good enough.. ”

                                    “ um.. dude, what did you pop ? ”

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