#ambrne

[morphoric]

blows kiss.

      ❛ long time no see. ❜

[justgottaletg0]

❛ You can turn around and face the other way. ❜

Chloe scoffs, grunts, paces around in their rusted hideout, shakes her head and looks away. Dealing with Rachel whenever she was in a MOOD was usually aggravating enough, but throw in the fact that her answer to Chloe confessing how much she hated seeing her like this after a whole day of radio silence from Rachel’s part was a snappy smartass comment and she's lacing frustration in her retort. ❝ You know I hate being told what to do, but also? No. ❞

She sighs, eventually stands in front of Rachel again, eyebrows knitted together into an irked but concerned frown. ❝ You know what I meant. Just -- tell me what’s going on. ❞

[justgottaletg0]

❛ Why did you come? ❜

The question came inquisitively instead of accusatorily — or so Chloe hoped, anyway; but she’s not capable of much else other than standing there, mouth gaping as if debating with herself over something. The loud pulsing of the music around them made it hard to mull over an answer that didn't sound too NEEDY, to pinpoint the exact moment she’d decided to drive to a Vortex party of all places, especially after making it very clear to Rachel she had no intentions of setting foot in it tonight. She’d been to a couple of these in the past thanks to Rachel's charming smiles and sweet words, and it’s not that the leo's persuasiveness had dimmed throughout these three years  — it’s that she had stopped trying to convince Chloe as much lately.

❝ I -- uh. ❞  It’s a barely audible hesitant sound that flies from her lips as a hand rubs at the back of her neck, a practiced old habit. God, she HATED every bit of this -- everything from the fucking elitist pricks who never stopped staring at her with a mixture of disdain and surprise to the fucking shitty music coupled with giggles and murmurs wherever she walked; and not even the cold beer in her hand could stop the irritable groan as she shoved her way past the makeshift VIP section -- UGH. Still, Rachel’s question rings in her ears, and although the truth threatens to creep its way past her lips once or twice, she takes a swig and shrugs with unaffectedness. ❝ I dunno. I got lonely bored after a while and was hoping you could use some company. It’s uh - cool with you if I hang here, right? ❞