“So tell me something, okay?” Tynen proposed, smile so wide and constant that it made his cheeks hurt. All night he’d been grinning like this. The bitter, chemical taste of the dissolved drug of choice was now long gone, as he was instead hyperfocused on the female in his company, eager digits running up and down her arms, sliding across her shoulders and tickling the sides of her neck. Ty wasn’t quite sure what had compelled him and Alyssa to get high, at least not to such an extent. In retrospect of his previous drug induced escapades, taking MDMA made smoking weed look like child’s play, and he’d quickly discovered that rolling while at home was vastly different than rolling at a party. As soon as the drug had hit them, they’d turned up some shitty music and danced around his apartment for what felt like ages, eventually resulting in the two jumping around and somehow using his mattress as a makeshift trampoline. But the adrenaline could only last for so long, and at some point, Tynen had taken to sitting in his bed instead of bouncing on it, and the electric haired female had done the same. “Why’d you let me take you to the ball? You could’ve just said no.” His gaze rested heavily on the female’s features, focusing on her freckles and the way her cheekbones seemed to glitter under the soft lighting in his bedroom. @alyssaromana