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Drunk Text // Darlene&Faybelle
Faybelle: Heyy you
Faybelle: Hey
Faybelle: Heyyyyyy
Text // Darlene&Faybelle
Faybelle: Please tell me you have told anyone...
Text // Darlene&Faybelle
Faybelle: Don't suppose the rains finally got rid of you?
Faybelle: Or any of your group, really.
Obliviate // Faybelle&Darlene
From the moment Faybelle woke up three things were immediately obvious; she had the hangover from hell, she was definitely not in her own apartment, and most importantly, she wasn’t alone.
From her vantage point, all she could make out was a mussed up head of blonde hair, her unknown partner’s face buried against her chest. Her noticeably bare chest. Suppressing a groan that would more than likely waking the sleeper up, as well as aggravating her headache, Faybelle set to work on piecing together what memories she had of the previous night. The last thing she remembered was the pounding music and flashing lights of the club, the taste of something fruity, and a pair of pretty eyes listening to her as she ranted about that trash blog that had dared to call her out.
Pinned down by the mystery woman’s...cuddling, all she could do was beg the universe and whatever deities existed to show her one small mercy; let it be a stranger.
“Dammit...”
@darlcne
Tarantallegra // Darlene&Fay
Breathing a sigh of relief as the scores came in, Faybelle was content with how she’d done, even with the additional complications she’d faced. It wasn’t anything to do with her routine that had been the problem, she’d been flawless. It wasn’t even technical difficulties with the music or the pressure of having millions of eyes on her. Those she could deal with.
What she couldn’t deal with was that blonde idiot Darlene making good on her promise ‘glittery sign and all.’ All apparently meaning just about her entire friend group, a who’s who of people that Faybelle would rather forget existed, and Kitty, all holding glittering purple signs. It was a miracle that she’d been able to concentrate at all, never mind well enough to perform, when she hadn’t had enough time to make sure none of them read ‘Faybae.’
Hurriedly making her way to the locker room, Faybelle wasn’t surprised in the slightest to find Darlene waiting for her by the entrance.
“Go ahead, get it over with.”
@darlcne
Text: Faybelle➜ Darlene
Faybelle: I've a question. If you'll answer.
Text // Darlene&Faybelle
Faybelle: Look, I'm going to be upfront about this, I told my mom I had a group cheering for me at the Olympics. I lied. Obviously. Right now it's Kitty, Duchess, and some homeless guy who thinks I'll go on a date with him.
Faybelle: Can you just show up, maybe hold a sign? I'll owe you.
