◜ ⤻ 𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚 , 𝐰𝐲𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫 .
╰ ＊ the lights down , the door locked – a cherry silk scrunchie wrapped around the gold handle , an unspoken claim to the room for the night . on any other , wynter would have a companion or two to keep the demons away , distract her mind from its inevitable wandering . tonight , though , she’s solo – insecurities driving her to the brink of a breakdown . an opened bottle of don julio sits on her nightstand , content on drowning her guilt until its weight carried it to the bottom of her thoughts . more than a few shots in , wynter at her weakest – guard down , only left with the desire to further punish herself . reaching for her phone , she’s unable to hold herself back from making yet another mistake . wynter scrolls through her contacts as if someone could rescue her from the cage of culpability she built for herself . her nails stop at a particular name , hovering over it momentarily as if she still has the willpower to stop herself . giving into temptation has always been her strong suit , wynter calling her ex – tongue loosened in her tipsy state . the sound of the tone almost deafening in the silence she’s become accustomed to – her own voice a stream of consciousness , a rare moment of honesty for the brunet to experience . “ uh , shit . ‘ello riv ? i dunno if you’re busy or whatever , but you should come over . ‘ll even share my bottle of don with ya’ , i just – shit , just come over . don’t make me beg , please . ”
𝑟𝑎𝑢𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑠 𝑒𝑐𝘩𝑜𝑒𝑠 𝑜𝑓 the pike affiliates can be perceived from a long distance — but believe it or not , this eve’s a peaceful one , as the hoodlum of frat brothers have been indulging themselves in watching a football game collectively down in the lounge area . never being one to isolate himself from a good time , river’s already relished in a few bottle of beers & participated stacking bets against which team he thinks is going to triumph for the match ( so far , he’s liking his odds ) . halftime has rolled in & in a swift manoeuvre , the boy rises to his feet and ambles towards the balcony area , soon getting lost in a repartee of a discourse among his fellow brothers . it’s only when he’s midway through perishing a blunt that he feels the vibrating of his back pocket ; to which long digits endeavour in fishing out his phone . the name that flashes across his screen is one that interjects with his high ; rousing an involuntary plummeting sensation in his pit . why was he so startled ? it hadn’t been like they had cut off complete contact in the last few weeks . river knows , he knows the last thing he should do right now is to answer wynter’s call , yet he excuses himself from present company , his thumb soon pressing the accept button on his touch screen to hear what bullshit she had to spare . after her dialogue comes to an end , the male finds himself greeting her with nothing but silence on his end . she’s drunk , is the first thing river concludes , his towering frame resting against cemented wall as he’s fights the urge to say something — temptation unquestionably burning him to his core . ❛ .. twenty minutes then , yeah ? ❜ his resonance is hushed , mumbling as the words slip out , & in a hasty gesture he hangs up . half an hour passes by before river actually decides to make a move , proceeding towards the zeta residence using a shortcut he’s used far too many times ( for his liking ) , & he sneaks inside the building . he’s had a few more to drink , plus it’s late , so it doesn’t cross his mind to knock before entering . as soon as emerald hues lock onto chestnut orbs , the boy quietly draws closer , unsure of how else to say hello .
