@chandlrs said “the choice is yours, don’t be late” from 90’s lyric starters - not accepting !
hands suddenly fall against her swaying hips, stilling her as crimson-tinted lips hover against her ear —- the sensation of warm breath against her, spilling down her neck, coupled with knowing just who whispered to her, shoots shivers up her spine / beneath her skin. for a moment, heather’s body pressed into her own, red-manicured nails scratching lightly against her midriff where top had ridden up. there’s no denying the blush that blossoms / scatters across mac’s cheeks. in a moment, head heather detaches herself from fellow blonde, expertly slipping through the crowd of teenagers, holding up her hand, fingers indicating the number two—— two minutes. geez, she must be feeling generous.
like a moth to a flame, yellow-clad girl maneuvered herself through swaying bodies and floating red cups that nearly spill their contents over her. although it would be the perfect reason to rid her of clothing, she prefers not to smell like liquor / at least not all over her skin. by the time she gets to the bottom of the staircase, she spots bedroom door closing. she’s about to ascend staircase when duke snatches her wrist, blathering about beer pong / words strung together by a light buzz. “ heather, cool it. ” she snatches her hand away much more forcefully than she should have, immediately regretting it as duke’s countenance crumples in both confusion and disheartenment. “ sorry, s’just—- that cute kid, y’know, the new guy? he totally gave me the eyes, think i saw him walk up here. be a friend, a’right? i’ll be back in a few.”
nerves on high as she enters the room, which is dark, save for the moonlight filtering through the open window / white curtains fluttering in the night’s breeze. it’s barely the coolness of the wind that gives rise to the goosebumps across heather’s skin—- lips part to say something, anything as gaze once again locks with chandler’s. she finds herself nearly speechless, once again reddening—- “ you— uhh, need me to touch up your lipstick, heather? ”
