@krakensdotter // from here x
Maybe it’s sheer stubbornness that’s kept her here, sipping straight bourbon and staring fixedly at the bar counter. It’s certainly not enjoyment of the pounding music, the heat of too many bodies sweating in too small a space, the jostling and bumping and drunken braying.
It’s certainly not for enjoyment of the way numerous pairs of eyes linger on her face, her skintight jeans. She’s learned to ignore it, eyes steely and expression on the harder side of neutral, has learned to ignore it so much that she doesn’t even register that particularly predatory set of eyes.
Val barely reacts when she feels a hand on her shoulder, and she’s just started thinking to answer when the other woman pulls her in for a kiss. Her lips part instinctively, automatically—disbelieving and yet receptive, and when she pulls back they remain parted, cheeks flushing slightly and her head cocked in curiosity above anything else.
“I get it,” the words ride a breathless little laugh, because she does, she’s helped women out of sticky situations by any means necessary herself, and because she’s a little drunk and fuck but this stranger is just her type, dark hair and sharp, angular features. “And I appreciate it. But if you were a guy I definitely would have punched you in the face.” One hand brushes some stray hair back out of her face. “I’m Val.”