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send me ♢ for my muse to get dared to kiss yours
Anyone that knew the infamous Waverly Hart probably knew two things about her personality: 1) she definitely wasn’t shy and 2) she definitely wasn’t one to turn down a dare, especially not when drunk. Her HONOR depended on that shit, her integrity. So, in conversation with many of the Beta Theta Pi guys at a party, when one offhandedly made a joking dare about Waverly kissing Camdyn, the brunette downed the shot in her hand and slammed the empty glass down onto the nearest surface. “Challenge fucking accepted.”
She sought out Cam, turning around almost every tall ginger haired guy in her pursuit until finally she found him. Her victorious grin only faded, though, when she realized that she had forgotten something: the major height difference between herself and Cam. In a sort of desperate attempt to successfully complete her dare, Waverly gave a small leap to get her arms around his neck and pull him down to her level, pressing her lips to his quite suddenly. In her true Waverly nature, she lingered a bit before pulling away with a smirk. “Ask your brothers about this,” she told him with a laugh, releasing her arms from around him and turning around to get herself another drink, as though it hadn’t even happened.
send me ♩ for my muse to catch yours singing in the shower
FUCK, hangovers sucked. The pounding in Waverly’s head was only adding to how nauseous she felt. I shouldn’t have had that fifth shot, she thought bitterly to herself, obviously too late to go back now. Her eyes blinked getting used to her surroundings and realizing that she had somehow made it onto the Beta Theta Pi couch. She glanced around and sat up slowly--and yet still, that managed to be too quick for her. She got up quickly, hauling ass to the bathroom.
When the brunette saw the door was shut and heard the shower running, she honestly didn’t care all that much. She had seen penises before and it wouldn’t kill her if she saw another, so she opened the door and rushed to the toilet, immediately throwing up. Over the noise of her gagging in the toilet, she could hear someone in the shower singing, a familiar voice; one that she really wouldn’t have expected to actually hear singing at any point in her life. “Cam??” she asked, lifting her head slightly. Despite the fact that she felt like absolute shit, Waverly couldn’t help but make the joke, “Your singing made me throw up, dude--way to go.”
send me ❅ for my muse to cuddle up next to yours while asleep on the couch
It’d been a long ass week, so it was no surprise when all Waverly wanted to do for her Saturday was watch Netflix all day on the couch. She had invited Camdyn over to watch with her, needing some sort of companionship despite her laziness, and turned on Friends (no, she didn’t give him much of a choice in the matter, honestly). The marathon had started with them both sitting up on opposite ends of the couch in the Kappa Kappa Gamma common area; however the later in the afternoon it became, the more Cam seemed to sprawl, eventually just falling asleep all together to Waverly’s dismay.
For a brief moment, the brunette thought about waking him, but decided against it, instead moving herself so that she was laying down next to him, burying her face into the fabric of his shirt and putting one of her arms around him, letting out a sigh as she closed her eyes. Cuddling always did make for the best sleep, anyway.
