Jessie Slick and Maddy Joule being all over each other you will always be famous to me
Also teehee enjoy a little mote ot that au where all the different actor interpretations that exist in my head also exist together, they sre the Arson Girlfriends of thst au (no one else can stsnd them)
I wanted to try and post something over here bc i really like writing but i never get far enough to post anything nowhere and i really didn't want not to share this bc im really liking where this bit is going. If someday i get the motivation to resume the end of my thoughts, the full bit may end on here who knows lol. Ofc i would be grateful if no one stole that, i saw a fic with the same concept on AO3 the other day and i swear i started writing that before it got published 😅
Anyway enjoy that arson gfs snippet from my last writing session !
She slowly reacted to the bottle in the center of the circle that had somehow its end pointing toward her, but she quickly recovered from her haze as she felt a hand squeezing hers, she turned toward Volta who looked at her with hidden excitement that she was one of the few who knew how to read in his cold eyes, she then turned back to the bottle before looking back at Slick who was already looking at her, teasing smirk on her face. She then started to stand up after Volta almost threw her to the closet, recomposing her thoughts and revealing her own teasing smile to the drummer, walking to the closet.
Slick started to follow her, standing up and walking to the closet. Her own mind going wild about being stuck in a closet for 7 minutes with the keyboardist. She had barely started to acknowledge who the tip of the bottle was pointing at when she was barely in the middle of gushing about her crush on the keyboardist that she was teasingly pushed around, smirking naturally to not reveal to the others how wild her brain was going at the moment before looking in front of her at Joule who had turned her head at her before looking at her straight in the eyes with these kind of eyes that hid a billions if not trillions of intentions, and it almost left Slick gapping like a fish in the middle of the circle if she weren’t being rushed by Porter back to reality pushed to her way to the closet.