#m;corinne

[candiidus]

"May I have this dance?"

    Her previously somber expression transformed into a smile as she came to recognize the voice in an instant. "Jeremy, I didn't know you were here."To be honest, she wasn't entirely sure why she was even there. She hadn't been in the greatest of moods to begin with and the party was sort of a drag.

    Her usual puckish grin graced her lips as she rose to face the male, taking his hand in hers and pulling him to the open space. "Of course I'd like to dance, do you have any idea who you're talking to?"

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seattlejaypark replied to your post

{sms—; Corinne} It was pretty funny. lol. I think I got a video with you doing that.  {sms—; Corinne} You're a trooper.

( text ↠ Jay ) : glad you think so. i feel more like an idiot tbh  ( text ↠ Jay ) : omg, I'm scared to even watch the video 

[candiidus]

( text ) : uh, do you have my pants because i have yours

She'd been awake for hours staring into nothing. It seemed to be the only thing she could do to keep her throbbing headache at bay. Any movement, any thought would send the pain swelling to an unbearable height. Then, her phone went off. She seriously debated ignoring the message. However, the message was probably from Jeremy regarding last night.

Groaning, Corinne rolled over, picking up her phone and squinting at the screen. Her eyes widened in shock before she erupted in a short fit of giggles that resulted in further pain. What had happened last night? She could hardly remember. It had to have been wild. Her mind immediately went to the worst case scenario, she could vaguely remember stumbling into him... Kissing him....

She shook her head, trying to snap out of her daze. Either way, she didn't mind if she'd slept with Jeremy. Those types of things hardly had an affect on her. Actually, if she had, she wished she could remember. Her gaze flickered on the obviously male set of of jeans hanging off the edge of her bed. 

( text ): seriously wondering how you ended up taking the wrong pair of pants ( text ): but yes, i have yours, mr forgetful ( text ): why don't you come over ;)))))

[candiidus]

( text ) : you just jumped of the couch and yelled “hidden tiger crouching dragon!” that’s the answer to how you broke your finger.

She still had an aching headache from her excessive drinking the previous night. She couldn't even recall being that drunk. Then again, she couldn't recall most of the night. She hoped she had at least had a good time since she was seriously paying for it now.

Despite her terrible hangover, the explanation still elicited a laugh from the grumpy girl. She could barely picture herself acting so wild. She wondered at what point last night she'd been so drunk she'd decided that jumping off a couch was a good idea. Carefully, she picked up her phone, slowly typing a response. 

( text ): at least tell me it was funny( text ): and i didn't break my finger for nothing

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( text - Hyunseung to Corinne ) : uh, do you have my pants because i have yours

Weary eyes pried open at the sound of her text alert. Even with her sleepy and blurred visions she could clearly read the message. A groggy giggle escaped her lips as she recalled the night previous. All the events seemed to blur, though she remembered it'd been rather wild. Who knew ditching Prom would turn out to be one of her best decisions ever.

Still half-asleep the girl pulled a blanket over her shoulders, pacing her room to find a haphazard pair of pants strewn on her floor. She couldn't help her laughter this time. She pulled out her phone, unable to stop smiling. 

( text ) : yes i do ( text ) : but you're going to have to come over to get them( text ) : and bring my pants too, while you're at it

[candiidus]

suitofkings

Dances had never really been her thing. They seemed so restricting, like everything had to go by the books. Date, dinner, friends, dance, leave, and forget about it the next day. Prom wasn't any different than the numerous dances she'd attended through her high school years. The only real difference was that it had a bigger budget and everyone got all weirdly sentimental since it was their senior year.

Corinne couldn't care less. She found trouble growing attached to the friends she'd made since her family moved too much for her to form any meaningful relationships, and her date seemed entirely uninterested in her most of the night. So, like in most situations, she made an impulsive decision and left.

The ritzy dinner she'd had earlier hardly fed her appetite. The girl hiked up her slim fitting dress, bursting into the local IHop and seating herself in an empty booth. She felt so much more at east now that she'd separated herself from all of the overemotional teenagers she'd surrounded herself with. Her gaze swept the room, landing on a boy who looked to be her age. He seemed to be dressed nice, she couldn't help wondering if he'd ditched Prom as well.

"Hey," she called out to him, he was sitting within earshot. A smile graced her features as she motioned towards the empty seat in front of her. "No sense in both of us sitting alone. You should join me." 

[candiidus]

She'd never felt such a burning frustration in her life. She was practically on the verge of strangling the other, though she masked this feeling with a passive aggressive smile. "I know you heard me. Stop playing dumb."

[candiidus]

text to ; best friend ?

Corinne: uhhhh

Corinne: i feel like we should address what i did last night