~** FLASHBACK: NOVEMBER 2017 **~
frankly, tori could do without the insane lines at the concession stand but she’s been craving a hot dog since before the game started so was practically out of her seat when the buzzer ended the first period. but, tori prides herself in being a very patient person and flits the time away on her phone. there’s a clump of guys behind her, she can tell by both the voices and the gazes drilling into her back and ass ( and hey, whatever, she looks good in these jeans ).
she thinks she hears a ‘hey sweetheart’ behind her when she passes over a ten to the cashier and ignores it. it’s harder to ignore them when she’s waiting for her hot dog, and MUCH harder when she finally gets the damn thing and goes to take a bite. hard to not hear the wolf whistles, food is lowered away from her mouth, hazel gaze leveled up at the much taller boys ( which, she’s spent her entire life being short, that’s nothing new ). “ seriously, ” she says, a sickeningly sweet fake smile on her face. “ get your perverted minds the fuck outta here and let me eat. ” more low whistles meet her words ( ‘fiesty little kitten, aren’t ya? got some more ideas on what you can eat, eh boys?’ ).
@samscnbker // samson
