fingers swiftly run through long , thick curls of dark hair , as she inches the slightest bit closer to the mirror standing before her , if only to get a better view of whether makeup is still intact and polished as should be . and upon adding one last coat of her signature bordeaux lipstick , feet lead her towards the common area yet again with eyes eagerly scanning through the crowded space in search of her drink , which in retrospect , shouldn’t have been left unsupervised in the first place . though it barely takes a brief moment for her spot and walk towards the glass in question , brows furrow at a more than displeasing sight of an too familiar figure replacing her in the midst of a five minute retreat . ‘ you’re in my spot . ’ words roll off the tongue in the most sharp fashion imaginable , in hopes of making her intentions clear enough from the start , before lips part to chime in without ever allowing a second for her target to respond . ‘ can you like move already or do i have to do it myself ? ’ / @devonfms
