@buriedwithit ( max x celeste )
The music throbbed through the speakers, but it couldn’t drown out the chaotic flood of voices crashing in her mind. "Her singing is amazing!" "Her figure is gorgeous!" "I need another drink." "Where’s the bathroom?" And hundreds of others circled her thoughts, a constant, overwhelming buzz that bled through her senses as she made her way up the stairs to one of the VIP rooms.
Celeste collapsed onto the plush velvet couch, her fingers fumbling for her black silk clutch. She sifted through it blindly, desperate, until her fingers closed around the familiar shape of her medication. Without hesitation, she popped two pills into her mouth, quickly swallowing them with a large gulp of water to soothe the dryness in her throat. Her breathing was shallow, ragged, as she leaned her head back against the couch, trying to catch her breath.
Her pulse raced, the world spinning with the noise of others’ thoughts, but she focused, her hands clenching and unclenching into fists as she practiced grounding techniques. Slowly, methodically, her breath began to even out, the sharp panic fading into a dull hum in the background.
It was only then that she noticed Max standing in front of her. Celeste’s lips curled into a smile, though it was a little slurred as the medication kicked in. "Max," she greeted warmly, her words a bit more sluggish than she intended. To shake off the grogginess, she grabbed another bottle of water and began to chug it down, motioning for him to sit. "I hope three hours was okay, but if you need more or less, just let me know and I’ll talk to Seth." She tossed the empty bottle into the trash with a soft sigh. "Is it as busy as it seems, or is everyone just caught up in their own heads?"