She had told Piper no. Actually to be specific she had told Piper no more than once. Tory didn’t want to go out with their friends right now. Their group was small, sometimes a little to small. It would be impossible to avoid Robby and the weight of all their emotional bullshit.
Tory thought their break up would make it easier. That they could go back to that easy place before the feelings had gotten to deep and scary. Where it was all banter and kissing and laughing while sparring.
Incoming text: [Pipe Bomb:] Robby isn’t here, will you just get dressed and come out.
Tory groaned and threw her head back, her phone hitting her bed. At this rate Piper was going to physically stuff her into clothes and drag her over to the party. She got up and rifled through her closet for a pair of jeans, a black crop top and a green vans jacket she’s not even sure where she got. Hair gets shaken out and re-sprayed, a new coat of blood red lipstick and her feet shoved into a pair of heeled boots.
outgoing text: [Pipe Bomb:] alright i’m here, just for you and everything
She stops off in the kitchen to get herself a drink, hair a little messy from running her fingers through it, pouring herself a quarter cup of whiskey and then her eyes catch his across the kitchen island. She was going to murder Piper slowly. The whiskey hits her lips, warmth spreading through her.
“Hey stranger.” she says almost quietly. “Whiskey on the rocks?” she offers, a better version of an olive branch.
honestly, Robby really hadn’t wanted to come to this damn party. but he knows that he’s been wallowing a bit, hasn’t really been letting himself go anywhere he thinks they might bump into each other.
now that he’s here though, and she’s not, he isn’t quite as relieved as he thought he’d be. it’s only then that he realizes just maybe he’d been wanting to see her. even if they didn’t end up speaking to each other.
he’s in the kitchen looking to get another drink when he catches sight of her-- and he seems to spot her first. watching from the other side of the kitchen island as she picks her way through the crowd to start pouring herself a drink. she looks up quite suddenly though, so he doesn’t get a chance to look away, is just left raising his brows a little as he releases a breath he hadn’t realised he was holding.
❝ hey... ❞ he allows a small smile to pull the edges of his lips upwards, before he steps toward the island to rest his hands on it. ❝ uh, yeah-- please. that would be great. ❞ he nods, taking a moment to consider what he wants to say, before eventually settling on simple. ❝ so... how’ve you been doing? ❞