took my soul, wiped it clean // roisin & gabrielle (nye)
Roisin took a last look at herself in the mirror, smoothing down her black top. She’d opted to pair it with tight maroon jeans and had pulled on her favourite ankle boots. It was a simple enough outfit, but with her smokey eye make-up and the leather jacket she’d wear, Ro knew she looked good. Not that I’m trying to impress anyone. Right? Right.
Texting Gabby earlier had confused her slightly; the comment about not being each other’s dates. Why did Gabby even feel the need to say that? Surely it was quite clear that they weren’t going on a date? They were just friends going to a party on New Year’s Eve. Right?
Ro shook her head, trying not to dwell on the matter. It was New Year’s Eve, a time for celebrating. She was going to have a great night; her and Gabby were going to have fun, she was going to meet a few people, have a drink (or several), maybe dance a bit, and then she’d wake up in the morning with a horrible hangover, likely worried about having made an arse of herself. Just like normal people.
The walk off campus to Gabby’s house had taken slightly longer than Ro had anticipated. It had been a little harder to navigate in the dark and without Gabby’s guidance. Still, Ro arrived pretty much when she said would. Gabby knew that timekeeping was never a skill possessed by her. Tentatively, Roisin knocked on Gabby’s door, trying not to think about the knots in her stomach.
