@ffawnxx || beach rave
The first time she had seen the girl was when Dewey gently steered her in the opposite direction, intimating subtly that he wanted to avoid his ex if possible. The second time, she’d seen her taking shots with Tinsley’s own ex—her presence being the only reason she didn’t approach Randy right then and demand...an apology, an explanation; she would settle for an acknowledgment of his actions. Now, washing her hands in the women’s restroom, she looked up to see Fawn again, standing at the next sink. And the perfect opportunity to talk, though of course she really shouldn’t say anything.
She couldn’t help it; there was a part of her that was burning to speak to Fawn—maybe to see if she could see whatever Dewey had seen in her. And maybe to figure out what she was doing talking to Randy...or warn her, in any case. “Hi,” she said, smiling sweetly at Fawn as she reached for a paper towel and dried her hands. “Fun rave, right?”
