beaux-alby:
@iris-prescott
Beaux didn’t care to knock when he got to the Kappa Delta house, nor on Iris’ door when he reached it. The brunette just invited himself inside, leaning against the door to close it behind him. “Happy anniversary,” he said in lieu of a serious greeting, pushing himself off the door so he could plop down on the edge of Iris’ bed. “I’m pretty sure it’s against some rule to see each other before the wedding - which is tomorrow now, by the way, hope you’ve prepared vows - but I’ll make an exception for you. And the tequila you promised, please.”
If the empty glass bottles didn’t give it away, then the pungent smell of sugary sweet and alcohol emanating from the petite girl indicating she was already well on her way to drunk. Her small frame was extenuated by the tight shirt and tight pants she had on. “Fuck tradition!” Iris yelled out with a giggle. “My vows are all in line, thank you very much.” When he asked about the tequila, Iris pushed herself off the bed before rummaging through her desk drawer. Soon, she grabbed two bottles of top shelf tequila. “I always deliver.” she said with a laugh.
