leolestrange.
She sent a shrug back at the boy, stumbling after Galen willingly. It was flattering, the protectiveness, this was what she wanted ( in a way ). Her grip tightened on her friend’s hand and though she should have been paying more attention to what she was saying she couldn’t focus on anything else besides their intertwined fingers.
“I’m not sad at all! They gaveee me drinks and said I was pretty.. how could I be sad about that?” She nodded. “Amma and Nadia– they had dates and everyone haaates me so I had to come alone?? And we had pre-party drinks. Might have over done it like thiss much…” She squinted her eyes as she measured with Galen’s hands. “–Are you jealous or somethin’?”
&&. “... you’re not?” galen’s eyebrow furrowed skeptically. more so, as she listened to leonie go on. “no shit, sherlock. any half-wit could tell you you’re pretty and load you up on cheap booze. they’re USING you, leo. that’ll never be the attention that you deserve, or the attention that’ll make you happy.” she was a hypocrite. galen slept with more people than she could recall, and yet, here she was, scolding leonie for just having a bit of blind fun.
“no. i dunno. i think it’s more like worried, which is even weirder. i’m way too fucking sober for this shit. don’t kiss random boys when you’re sloshed and nadia isn’t present to keep an eye on you is the moral of the story, alright, kiddo?”