Hiya cutie | Mulan & Nani
Mulan had definitely had a little too much to drink—just enough to make her tipsy, bold, and dangerously honest. Her mind, slightly fuzzed by the alcohol, wandered to a realization that made her grin: she was still technically single. That little fact sparked a mischievous urge she couldn’t resist. And right there, across the gym, was her absolute favorite person to bother—her workout buddy, Nani Pelekai, totally focused on her routine.
Mulan swayed slightly as she walked over, trying to look casual but failing spectacularly. “Eyy, there, cutie,” she slurred just a tiny bit, flashing a grin that was somewhere between charming and chaotic. She leaned closer, lowering her voice like it was a secret, even though anyone within a five-foot radius could hear her. “I… I’m not seeing your boytoy next to you, which obviously means I can—like, totally—hit on you, right? Right??” She giggled at her own audacity and added, as if it somehow made her argument stronger, “Gorgeous…”
Mulan plopped down on the edge of the mat next to Nani, her elbow bumping lightly against hers. She wiggled her eyebrows, the tipsiness making her feel bold enough to flirt shamelessly, and maybe just a little reckless. “C’mon, you know I wouldn’t do this sober… unless you were asking for it,” she added with a laugh, tossing her hair back and grinning like she owned the moment.
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