open to anyone — based on: we are drunk and i ended up sitting on the bathroom counter with my legs wrapped around you, but when i wrote ‘marry me’ on your hand with a sharpie i wasn’t joking.
after sneaking off from the bulk of the party, leah perches herself up on the bathroom counter with ease before her hands reach out to pull them closer. she’s just on the right side of tipsy: giggly and red-cheeked as she grabs the sharpie that had been tucked behind her ear to scribble something on their palm. ‘marry me?’ the bass that thumps obnoxiously outside the bathroom door mirrors the way her heart thumps in her chest. still, she tries to be cool as she leans back and kicks her legs out at their sides. “well, what do you think?”











