delivery for : jessie . ( closed ) location : the warwick in los angeles .
the last week or so a frenzy for the actress , revisiting a feeling she'd regrettably missed . the feeling of not feeling much of anything at all . to the public she was stone cold sober and doing better than ever , though . so , when she was escorted in from the back of the lounge and into the main area , the looks she received from former acquaintances on the party scene were ones of pure shock , concern , and overall excitement for what chaos the night could hold with the girl back on old stomping grounds . the drinks came quick , white powder hidden in her wallet slowly depleting as the night progressed . to austen this was what feeling alive felt like , no one could tell her otherwise in the moment . in typical fashion she'd found a guy to occupy her time , head fuzzy as she appreciated his touch , knowledge that she'd never see him again a level of comfort for her .
green eyes scanning the area and that's when she spots a familiar build . could pick him out of any line up , at any time . she hadn't seen him in what felt like forever and in an instance the sight of him was like a spike of electricity through her system . nothing about their relationship was ever smooth or a safe space but she'd have been a liar to say she hadn't found comfort in the memory of the chaotic love affair . like a fly to a flame , she gives whats his name a pat on the chest , mouthing the words ' don't wait up for me ' before making her way over to where jessie was sat . soft hands hover over his eyes , sickening giggle brushes past his ear , " are you sick of all those other girls yet ? " red lipstick pulls into a devilish grin as she knows she'd treading on dangerous water . ( @ofjessie )
