#gin:thread

[loveisliquor]

@munofmanyminds

she's sober this time, maybe out of guilt-- possibly out of fear of developing a habit she wouldn't be able to shake. it's been 48 hours since she snuck out of blake's house, since she kissed him, and she can still feel the echo of it in her blood stream. blake always brought things to the surface, feelings she was ill equipped to deal with, feelings she was constantly running from, all flared to life at the sight of him.

she comes baring gifts, his laundered shirt and a box of pastries from a bakery down her street. It feels inadequate, but she owes him the attempt at the very least. and maybe, this time she'll stay long enough for them to get to the bottom of this thing, long enough for them to feel finished. or start again--

she rings the doorbell, and waits. each second makes her stomach churn with dread. and then the door opens--

and it's not blake at all--

it's a girl and she's beautiful.

"oh-- um-- Hi. I'm looking for Blake? Is he home?"

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@adoratixns

She hates to admit it, but she's glad Lilith convinced her to come. If there's one thing Gin loves to do, it's dance. After two shots she feels weightless as she dances underneath the lights. Her dress has a slit that goes to her hip, leaving her whole leg bare, except for the diamante holster catching the light. She feels invincible-- and dancing with Lilith always felt good. She can almost feel his eyes on her before she finally finds Morgan. He's posted up at the bar, watching her-- and where she'd usually feel self-conscious--she doesn't. She waits for him to come to her, instead.

[loveisliquor]

yes, i was flirting with you. [from harlow]

there are a lot of things gin expects harlow to say-- but that wasn't one of them. harlow teased her-- harlow ignored her--harlow swung wildly from being the last person she wanted to see to the only person she could think about. but harlow flirting with her?? "...I'm not sure you're doing it right. Flirting I mean. I'm fairly sure I'm meant to know I was happening and as I did not-- and as we've established, I know everything-- well-- clearly the fault lies with you." she punctuates her sentence with a smirk, and closes the foot of distance between them. "try again. flirting I mean. and I'll see if I can spot it." she can't help but tease him, even as her own heart speeds up at his proximity.

[loveisliquor]

she waits a week before she texts-- and it’s mostly because she’s stubborn. she knows by the third day that she won’t be able to do anything about liking him-- that this isn’t an experiment she can tweak for the best results, that feelings do not have an on and off button. feelings are baffling things, the one thing she cannot unpick. but she’s still reeling a little-- from knowing she’s not wanted the same way. it’s a quiet unraveling. it touches on all of her insecurities-- all of the ways she measures her own inadequacies.

in the end, she texts because the night is quiet, and all of the stars are out and it’s a long walk from the library back to her apartment-- one she’s done with him countless times. even before he kissed her--and blurred all the lines so spectacularly. she missed his warmth next to her in a quiet way-- that unnerves her.

she types the message before she can over think-- before she can attempt to strategize.

hi-- are you awake? leaving the library now. the stars are out-- and it’s pretty. and quiet. walk with me?

she hits send-- and regrets it. feels the beginnings of a panic attack sparking in her chest. why had she done that?

“oh bugger. bugger. crap. fiddlesticks.”

[loveisliquor]

open to: m (boyfriend/fwb/crush/ whatever works :)) 

“take my hand, wreck my plans--” she’s not one for drunken declarations-- but it’s new years eve and she’s feeling brave--feeling reckless enough to call him-- hers.  “that’s my man.” she smiles softly and stretches her hand out to them. “it’s almost midnight-- and from the little i know of new years tradition... i think this is the part where you kiss me.” 

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closed starter for @vlntends​

she’ll admit she’s the first to get lost in the library-- it was home for her, a place that she’d spent years of her life in. comfort. but she’s never been in this particular position in the stacks. she’s pressed against the shelves, her slender legs wrapped around their waist as she tries desperately to keep it down-- and not to be too loud. their lips have captured hers in a heated kiss, and she mewls against their lips--she’s overheating. she breaks the kiss, with a blush in her cheeks and swollen lips. “uh-- i--- i thought you wanted to do research? this--this is not research.” she clears her throat. “i don’t think you’re learning anything actually--except for the fact that i apparently...um--can’t stop kissing you--” her blush deepens but she punctuates her statement with another soft press of her lips against his. “jinkies. endorphin rush. big one. wow-- is kissing always like that?”

[loveisliquor]

open to: crush/friend/anyone! (m/f/nb) find out more about gin here

she’d blame her attitude on the champagne, blame her laughter on the bubbles-- but every time she’s around them she’s like this. high on something she can’t quantify-- transformed into this other version of herself. one with relaxed shoulders, who wears tiny--sparkly dresses-- who trades self consciousness for something easy, and warm. their arm’s wrapped around her waist and she likes how that feels enough to snuggle closer. they trade glances when no one is looking, in the midst of their friends-- but if anyone looked closer they’d see it. the two of them are on the verge of something, and now-- tonight--she’s feeling brave. she steals their glass, taking a sip of whatever they’re drinking and chokes on the amber liquid. “oh my god--are you drinking gasoline??”

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@larcse​

she’s never been on a date before-- but she’s fairly sure their supposed to kiss now. from all the stories she’s read-- and her limited experience with men-- he seems like he wants to kiss her. they’re idling in the front of her apartment, her fingers are still warm and still tangled in his. “uh-- would you-- well-- you--” she bites her bottom lip. “i’m fairly sure i’m supposed to kiss you now. or you’re supposed to kiss me. it’s not my first or anything but well-- it’d be my first kiss after a date--so--” she pauses for a moment. “the date was lovely by the way--i had the best time.” she gives him a small smile. “so thank you for that.”