estella breathed out harshly as she turned up outside the house. she should have been there an hour ago but the fight had run over and in the wake of the actual fight she’d got involved in an unscheduled fight and it had been a mess. fists. shouting. some big guy dragging her out of the building. bunch of assholes. grabbing her beanie hat from the glove compartment, she yanked down the mirror on the roof of the vehicle and wiped away the newly flowing blood with a tissue from subway on the dashboard. she never usually looked this rough. in fact, she prided herself on looking smarter but this difficult. tugging her dual braids over her shoulders, she pulled her beanie hat on and adjusted the rim so it covered the cut at her hairline. sure, her nose was beginning to bloom with a bruise but...
throwing open the door she stepped out and heard the buzz of the music from the party wash over her. her hands stuffed into the pockets of her tight sweatpants as she moved toward the door of the home and pushed it open. people filled the hallways and she recognised most of them. sports folk moved in similar circles and since dating her beautiful girlfriend she’d gotten to know a lot more faces from her particular demographic circuit. people looked at her a little confused but ultimately it was easily passed off as justified by sport. or something like that. finally she caught sight of the familiar frame and locks of blonde hair. and for the first time since stepping inside she practically beamed and scooted up behind the other. her strong arms embraced her waist and her lips instantly pressed tenderly to her jaw. “hello beautiful.” she cooed as she pulled back another to move so she could face the other. “i’m really sorry i’m late...” she indicated her face and then leant in to kiss her cheek again. “rough evening. do you need another drink?” @leftlipstick














