an empty wasn’t hard to come by on a campus this size. this one was laced with a garish nineties theme, her miniskirt checked, her t-shirt sloganned ( à la britney spears ), butterfly clips trapping back her hair before it spiralled out in babyliss kiss curls. she could swear she just heard boom! shake the room mixed with cypress hill but what the dickhead in the hawaiian-shirt was mixing on his turntable was the least of her concerns when she was planted in rune’s lap.
what had started as a childish game of red hands had in the high of white lines and liquor had now led her onto his knees, breath catching in her chest. quick as a fox her hands darted away from the slap of his own, laughter on her red wine lips as she declared it a free turn. a lunge, bridget slipping against his lap as her hands caught his wrists, tugging his arms out like a crucifix. “ha,” she hummed, a hiccup passing her lips. “so, rune. if that’s even your real name—” for a girl who was often so aggressive in her attitude to men, she unravels like fabric without thread whenever given an opportunity to lose her head.
her hips rocked ever so slightly against rune’s, tracking his responses with a glint in her eye. she’s a loose canon of a girl when drugs or alcohol or the prospect of forgetting’s concerned and as her hands dropped to free his wrists they focused their attention instead on his collar, thumb running over the veins of his neck. “d’you think i’m pretty?” @brtprnce
nineties hip hop was something rune had always been keen on , so the fact that the party had a theme didn’t bother him so much. he had spent way more money on the authentic adidas track suit , snap back , sneakers , and several gold chains hanging around his neck than was probably necessary but any excuse to spend money was a good one for him. the two of them looked like they could be extras on the set of clueless as bridget sat atop his lap and they played slaps.
the swede scoffed as she was able to evade his reach and capture his wrists instead despite being so intoxicated that she was nearly fall from his lap. he arched a brow at her and lolled his head to the side as he regarded her , kind enough to cooperate with her hold on him , “ if that’s even my real name ? why the hell wouldn’t that be my name ? “ he rolled his eyes playfully and was quick to pull his wrists from her grasp in order to keep her hips steady as she tried to grind them down into his.
rune narrowed pupil blown eyes at the mischievous girl , “ be careful there , bridget , play with fire you get burned. “ there was a dangerous twinkle in hazel eyes as he teased fingertips along the skin peeking between shirt and skirt , “ do i think you’re pretty ? “ one of his famous toothy smirks stretched across his face and he lifted tattooed hands to cup her face , smoothing the pads of his thumbs across her cheekbones as he looked her dead in the eye , “ now , ask yourself -- do you really think you’d be in my lap if i didn’t ? i thought you knew me better than that , bridge. “ he purred in his silkiest , most alluring voice as he bumped the tip of his nose beneath her chin.
