୨ৎ first impressions were everything . well, you probably couldn’t call anything in wrensted a first impression. first impression of this party in particular, to be specific. putting your best foot forward at every turn. that was possible. costumes were incredibly important part of that ! perhaps the most important. upon arrival, it was clear that some didn’t share the sentiment. outfits that had been thrown together at the last second littered the crowd. obvious that they’d hadn’t spent hours brainstorming, trying things on only to hate them, overthinking. while it might have angered someone like tilly martin, all libby could feel was envious. a curiosity of what that security might feel like.
after all, she had started off as a generic angel. cute, but not memorable. ( story of her life ! ) then a generic devil in red. with everything going, it seemed like something that would only land her in hot water. the rhinestone ‘ BAD ’ top elizabeth hurley had worn in bedazzled. her room reeked of glue for a few days after making it, but spelling it out on her chest seemed worse than just wearing a little red. what if someone asked her to explain ? were movie references cool ?
ultimately, after a lot of googling, she had landed on a safe option. or what she thought other people would consider safe. victoria’s secret angel. of course, it meant the night was full of awkward tugging on her pink robe. that was where her attention had been focused when she heard mackenzie’s voice through the music. she glanced up, making sure the offer had been intended for her before she spoke. “ that’s really sweet. what are you drinking ? ” not that accepting the offer meant she had to have same. “ do you know how to make anything kind of fruity ? ”
it’s been over a month and mac still hasn’t been able to get liberty off of his mind, which is making convincing himself that their hookup was a mistake more difficult by the day. he'd always played it a little fast and loose with his heart, but he's been a bit more guarded after how badly things ended with eliza. at least, in the romance department. at first, it had just been a matter of getting over her, which had taken much longer than he'd willingly admit. then, much to his dismay, he'd realized that the thought of handing his heart over to someone new scared him. his fear of being left was bad enough, he didn't need to add one of falling in love to the list.
though, love hadn't seemed like it was what either him or liberty were looking for on the night they spent together.
"i've got to be honest with you, it's just lemonade and vodka. i'm not really the best mixologist. i mostly just... put a splash of liquor into regular drinks," he laughs softly, looking through the mixers to find something to fulfill her request, "would fruit punch and malibu be fruity enough? i'll even throw in an orange slice, on the house."
