𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒔 had personalities of their very own . they’re influencing the way sour patch thinks with their whispers of grandeur & dares . they’re like pushy friends , egging him on to finish his drink before he heads to the bar to order his next . the reds are bold , telling him to order as many shots that one fifty dollar bill can get him . the blues are hypnotic , telling him to dance until he can’t feel his legs . the purples are sensual , telling him to never mind everything else in the bar & find his way into someone else’s bed . either way , sour patch is outrageously drunk & on the cusp of making a mess of things . before the dance lights could whisper any more instructions to him , something quite unexpected happens . 𝒉𝒆 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 . though , he can’t exactly say from when or where . his vision blurs every now & again , making the journey to her quite difficult . he feels like he’s in a pinball machine , the music & the lights all orchestrating so that people throw him around . still , he manages to reach her . all grins , he calls out ❝ wednesday , right ? your name’s wednesday ! honestly , i adore the name because it means ‘ odin’s day ‘ so basically , you’re named after a god — oh my god , can i call you daysie ? isn’t a cute fucking nickname ? daysie , wait — maybe it’s not the same as wednesday because it’s not a god’s name , it’s a flower’s name — well , whatever you want me to call you , come & get a drink with me ! i’ll buy ! pretty , pretty please ! ❞ he wears a smile that compliments his silk shirt & designer loafers , though it’s riddled with a drunken venom that can spell trouble if there’s too much . * / 𝗰𝗹𝗼𝘀𝗲𝗱 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗳𝗼𝗿 @jackfr0sted
