Mar 5
for @sullngirl at fight club, saturday 10pm
"You're coming to the afterparty, right?"
Birdie's hand eased into Fallon's, tugging lightly as their eyes took on a doe-like quality. They didn't expect it to work, really, but they'd still cycle through their usual tricks to try to tempt her (guilt her) into agreeing.
High off of the adrenaline of their set and the spliff dangling loosely from their fingers, Birdie was just about ready to sprint all the way to the Stones' place, and they'd be happier if Fallon was right there with them.
"Pleeeeease, pleasepleaseplease? It doesn't even matter if you don't have an outfit, we can literally go to the store right now and find you something."