the air’s STICKING onto her skin like peanut butter stuck to the roof of her mouth. the humidity and the pure heat has her feeling like her skin is melting off, it’s no wonder a black out occurred. honestly, the only reason she’s at this birthday party is because it means free drinks and food. she’s pretty sure she’s had at least three waters in the day alone and a few beers . thankfully, she can hold her liquor and although the whole no light is troublesome she manages to make it over to the bathroom without tripping. she frowns turning on her phone light as she enters only to find someone else has beat her to the room. ❝ holy fuck, i’m so sorry! ❞ rosalind turns back around abruptly, a laugh bubbling up in her throat. ❝dude, lock the door next time? shit.❞