who? closed w/ brody ( @delicateghvsts ). what? event 001. where? the hollow bar.
the whole campus seems to have decided that drowning in liquor is the best way to remember lizzie, and while it's not usually november's scene, they might just be right about it today. maybe it's easier to pretend they're not all sharing some profound and smothering sense of loss. in solidarity—not that she'd ever admit it—she's already retrieved her fourth drink of the day, weaving through the packed space with her fingers curled tight around the glass holding a freshly made gimlet. someone laughs too loudly beside her, and a group of sorority women poses for a picture like this is just any other day, and it makes something twist inside her. she's about to exit the bar for a breath of fresh air on the patio when she's interrupted. an accidental but sudden shove from the crowd knocks her off balance, and her drink nearly slips from her grip. nova whips around, ready to snap at whoever's responsible, but then she sees him. "of course it's you." her eyes narrow, an accusing finger aimed at him as she waits for him to face her. "what? can't watch where you're going, kingston?"