open to all! muse: elena toro. twenty nine. she/her. bisexual. trust fund baby. plot: loosely based on sober II (melodrama). elena finds herself alone at the end of her parties, having kicked everyone out while upset. ym didn't get the memo and finds her cleaning up thinking everyone's gone home.
her head was spinning, part champagne, part marijuana and part the new sensation of anxiety that she'd been struggling with for the last two months. apparently, drowning her feelings in liquor and drugs wasn't actually helping, but perhaps making things worse. she wiped her eyes as she crouched down, still stubbornly in her heels as she scooped up the discarded packs of cigarettes, popped balloons and broken glass. the elite never knew how to clean a damn day in their lives, and it showed.
when the glow of the party was gone, the lights harsh and judgmental as she moved through her penthouse, elena realized just how manufactured and empty her life really was. she dropped two more glasses in the black trash bag she'd found in the kitchen pantry, a sound breaking her concentration as she spinned on her heel.
elena knew she looked a sight, mascara dripping down her cheeks, leaving cracked half dried streaks, her hair deflated and dress disheveled. "oh, you were supposed to go home."