@campblonde ⦙ 💚 ——— FLIRTY. ⦙ HER.
they sit at the water's edge, the moonlight from the sky causing the waves to look a deep, blackish - blue. max skips a rock from where he sits, bottles of contraband beer between them. they're empty, and max is a little more than buzzed, his dark eyes focused on the water, and he's trying very hard not to stare at her. she's dressed in leopard print, the tightness of it sculpting her curves, her blonde hair in all directions and smelling of hairspray. ❛❛ you want another beer? there's a couple left. ❜❜ he pulls one out of the cooler marked SODAS and twists the lid off. it's pabst blue ribbon, and while max doesn't really like it ——— the near - water taste washing his tongue over with the bitterness. he drinks it anyway, taking a sip and glancing over at her. ❛❛ now that we're out here, do you wanna, like, make out or something? ❜❜ max is forward when he's drunk, shaggy curls over his eyes, his sneakers digging into the sand. ❛❛ or we could totally not do that. ❜❜











