the bar is empty, except for the both of them. liv is not planning on drinking, she’s not about to break the law, even if she’s in las vegas. but the place has a nice set up. she sits on a stool, juice box in hand. she’s been trying to think of the most appropriate way to approach her, which seems an impossible task. in a way, the girl reminds her of her old friend kylie, that bad girl vibe, the feeling that she might get cut if she tries to touch her. and then liv notices something left behind as the girl stands up and walks away. liv jumps up from her seat, heels clicking as she hurries towards the girl. she gasps loudly when she picks up the object. “oh my god! is this yours? why are you carrying this around?”
@divinitiaes // kavinsky












