#* serena.

[sorsrenuo]

"-'Scuse me for having correct opinions and great tits."

[dicrkisses]

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@divinascriptura : ⁸⁾ jealous sex in the bathroom of a raging halloween party - for Serena because Whitney isn't happy seeing how many people are staring at her.

It's loud and dark. The bass coming off the large speakers at the back of the room makes it feel like the whole house is shaking. And the lights are off, replaced by multicolored beams, mood-lights. It reminds her of being in Weiss's room with his music on almost, just.. Uncomfortable.

Some house on Danube street, one of Whitney's friends. Kind of posh interior but that didn't seem to matter to the other fuckheads spilling booze they probably weren't even old enough to be drinking yet all over the upholstery. The smell of it permeates the air : a cloying mixture of sour alcohol, sweat, whatever floozy febreze had been sprayed before the party started (probably by well meaning parents out for the night leaving behind a spotless house,) and.. Yeah, she definitely smelt weed too. It had started to make her head hurt a while ago, but nowhere in the damn house was quiet. She'd tried to slink off to every niche she could find but it wasn't entirely safe to be alone right now either. She wasn't superstitious but something about the date must have been drawing that thing out.. Brief flashes of unmistakable ivory from the corners of her eyes every so often. Fucking stalking her through the house but unable to make a move thanks to the crowds of warm bodies. How could nobody else see it.. Even if she hadn't particularly wanted to be here, she supposed she should thank Whitney for dragging her along anyways. If he hadn't, she would've been dealing with it alone. Serena just wished he hadn't made her wear such an uncomfortable 'costume.' Costume.. Except it was just this short, skin tight, turtle-neckish sweater shirt and tights with some heavier make-up. 'Looks like that dracula-bitch from motel whatever it was,' or 'a fuckin' witch then,' when she'd told him she had no idea what he was talking about.

Her attempts at shouldering past heavy bodies come to a screeching halt as she's jerked back. Familiar grip on her wrist forcing Serena to comply immediately in turning on her heel to follow after the blonde, they'd just end up playing tug of war until her arm popped out of the socket. She stumbles along, not bothering to ask where they were going, he wouldn't have been able to hear her anyways. It's a blur of RGB disco-esque lights, stupid costumes and shuddering speakers.. Then they're alone. The flimsy wood of the bathroom door doing little to drown out the noise of the party outside it now that it's been closed, but it's enough to think at least. Serena blinks, ruby latching on to aqua as her head tilts upwards enough to meet his gaze. She's a little dazed.. From the party and the tension.. But that doesn't stop her from noticing-

"You look pissed." What'd she do this time?

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@divinascriptura : that was vile. you owe me big. - Whitney to Sere!

She can't help herself, the corners of her lips twitching upwards nearly imperceptibly at his whining. A singular, amused push of air through her nose following. She's not laughing at him.. Well, kind of. He looks like a disgruntled cat that's just had booties put on it's paws, kicking his feet all put-out like that to shake a clinging twig off his pants.

".. It's just a little water, you'll be fine." Spoken with pale palm now outstretched, offering assistance in climbing out of the storm drains dip. "-'Sides, thanks to this, we'll both get a passing grade on that project. You won't have to worry about any trips to Leighton from Sirris for a while. I'd say that's payback enough."

[sorsrenuo]

"Being a hyena wouldn't be so bad, I guess, if I had to choose.. They're strong and smart.. and my c∎∎∎ would still be bigger than Whitney's-"

[sorsrenuo]

She eated a weed..