the royal family all in one place should have probably been a more monumental occasion. unfortunately this had been going on for months now, and maeson enjoyed the fucked up version of party planning between the two of them. fingers played against the top of the bar where she sat, contemplating a second drink or even a shot, before dom finally joins her. the appreciation for that is written on her face, a blessing to be saved from her own thoughts with even better company. smirk flirts with her features, leaning back on the stool. “that man in the corner thought my sole purpose for being here was to appease him.” she’s doing very badly at hiding her amusement, chin lifted in his direction. “can you fucking imagine, chad hasn’t showered in seventy two hours, and here I am with the sole purpose of living for him?” @gcttis
