Girl’s Night In || Simalina
@simba-lyons @attina-the-responsible
Nala was having a girl’s night.
She needed it– desperately. What better way to stave off the creeping feeling that her relationship of over a year was doomed, eh? Nala had done her best to cope in healthy ways, from early morning yoga classes, to switching out her morning coffees to teas, and to focusing on her friendships. But none of those things really fixed anything. None of those things calmed the itch in her belly, the worry clawing in the back of her throat, the dread that she should probably be breaking up with Adam, and she just wasn’t because– well– because– she loved him.
She needed a pow-wow, a pitcher of sangria, and-- well, her best mates guiding her toward something. Even if that something was blowing off steam for a night, or commiserating with everyone else’s woes.
And so Girl’s Night at Nala’s place resumed. She baked fresh chocolate chip cookies with Tina and prepared a ton of sangria and frozen margaritas and had face masks and movies and gossip magazines and her Girl Power playlist queued up and just about everything that a girl on a Girl’s Night could need!
Also, Simba was there. Poor bloke needed it too.
“Alright whooooo wants sangria and whoooo wants a frozen margarita! Orders in now, because once my butt hits that couch I am not getting up again!” cooed Nala from the kitchen.
