it’s the same cycle every night ; she leaves her house to avoid an evening with her parents , especially her mother and it’s a roulette of where zoya is tonight . a snob party , crashing at her best friend or ending up in new york’s suburbs. sometimes three in one night . it’s a sunday morning , as she’s surprisingly still standing straight on her feet , waiting outside the club as she watches bunch of strangers and celebrities crawling out of the partying hole . it is , until almost a growl brings her attention . trimmed eyebrows now raising up , as she forces herself to not laugh . “ just admiring the view , ” she teases , finally having a proper chance to eye the female , her entire outfit , makeup , slightly messy hair . “ hide the claws , aurelia . it’s five in the morning , i’m not going to end up as front article at tmz because of a cat fight . ”
if aurelia could be herself , for just one night , she would probably be in bed by nine o ‘ clock , watching jeopardy or some shit . but that’s not what people want to see , especially not from her . aurelia isn’t even sure she wants to be herself . no one seemed to care about that version of her but no one could keep their eyes off of this version . and besides , this version was fun and not sad . there was something adrenaline rushing about starting shit . but when zoya says she doesn’t want to get into a cat fight , the brunette is kind of relieved . not that she’d ever admit that . “ fine . but next time , keep your claws ready . ”
