#*stevie&eve

[baddluckclub]

@wtchblde​ said: could you just wait until i'm ready? 

she has four shots lined up—two tequila and two vodka. she carefully carries one of each shot to eve, gently placing them down on her vanity. she neglects to tell her that it’s two different liquors. 

“nope. drink up, babe. we’re pregaming.” 

[baddluckclub]

@wtchblde texted: I would gladly watch Netflix and eat Thai with you any day. 

[ text: eevee 💖 ] you are the realest bitch i know [ text: eevee 💖 ] the only bitch that matters to me 

she’s already on her way with thai food. 

[ text: eevee 💖 ] be there in like 15 babe

[baddluckclub]

@wtchblde​​ said: “ look at me. “  

stevie feels drunk, unsteady on her feet, and the last couple minutes are a bit of a blur. she remembers a peal of laughter, the sound of metal on bone, and then eve from seemingly nowhere, dragging her backwards from... from what? 

when eve lets go of her face, stevie grabs her by the arm to continue steadying herself, mumbling a thanks as the manic adrenaline leaves her in one big rush. it’s only then she notices the blood on her hands. she swung on a man. that’s right. 

glancing over her shoulder, stevie sees the man laying in a pool of his own blood, a metal pipe beside his body. she grimaces a little. oops. 

“—i hope you didn’t need him conscious.” or alive. because looking at him from here, she’s not too sure he’s still breathing.