#endcredt

[nephoetisms]

「 ᴄʟᴏꜱᴇᴅ ꜱᴛᴀʀᴛᴇʀ ꜰᴏʀ @endcredt 」

"Oh shit man, my fault."

Usually Semaj was a little bit more on point when it came to being aware of his surroundings and staying on top of what was happening around him, but with the alcohol he had drank slowly working its way through his system, his guard was lowered a bit. He hadn't even noticed that the other male had been reaching for the same chalice of wine he'd grab just seconds before the other could take it. And when he did realize, he immediately apologized.

"You can have this, I'll find another waiter or something to grab one from. My bad."

[nephoetisms]

「 ᴄʟᴏꜱᴇᴅ ꜱᴛᴀʀᴛᴇʀ ꜰᴏʀ @endcredt 」

" - Shit."

As dramatic and over the top as it sounded, Angel was pretty sure that her life had flashed before her eyes. One moment she was walking down the carpet of The Met Gala, and the next she thing she knew, the carpet was rapidly flying towards her face; obviously her heel had caught on the hem of her dress or something. But fortunately for her, someone had caught her arm at the last minute.

"Holy shit, Superman. Talk about reflexes," she breathed out chuckle, trying to control her heart rate as she looked at her savior. "Man.. You saved me from making a complete fool of myself and ending up on the cover of TMZ.. Hey! I know you. Dean Ahn, right?"