greggbones:
@scige
“oooh, look at that angle! girl, that’s going to be a masterpiece,” he cheered, words slurring slightly even as he lifted his own phone to take a picture of the bathroom’s shower curtain. there’s a pounding at the door but it seems distant, so for the moment he ignores it in favour of snapping a picture of the vomit covered sink — sarah’s been at it again. “oh we’re just buddies in the bathroom,” he croons as the flash reflects off the mirror and causes him to squint in discomfort.
“oh my god!” is all she replies with, in a tone that suggests she agrees - hands clapping together in the sort of enthusiasm only fit for a girl drunk in a bathroom. her phone’s somewhere in there - but she’s lost it, in the small space - though the room isn’t really terribly too small, no mansion bathrooms were - she had direct experience with expensive restrooms. “is that, like, a reference?” saige cocks her head to the side, fingers twirling a strand of her hair as she squints at him - trying to figure it out - before forgetting it all together within the next few moments - instead trotting over to the bathroom door and pounding back. “we! are! peeing!” she announces - hopefully loud enough, an added kick to the door. “oh my god, people like - have no appreciation for art - right?”