She thought her eyes were going to roll back into her head.
The promise of free alcohol and the chance to wear a slinky swimsuit sparked Octavia’s interest in this barbeque on crack, but little to her surprise, the guests attending the event were just as boring as she imagined. Millionaires, celebrities, all of it sounded so enticing and yet at the end of the day all Octavia’s eyes were scouring for were faces that were already familiar, all her ears were searching for were names of known devils, all her tongue was tasting for were beads of sweat and blood belonging to old acquaintances. It was in them she knew she would find her excitement.
When she finally located, through the crowd, the visage of someone that actually mattered, her lips did the rest of the work. A smile, a sneer, a smirk, something twisted and in between broke her lips as she slipped her way beside them.
“I’ll let you punch me in the face if you buy me a drink?” The way her eyes rolled towards them was playful. “Or vice versa if you’d prefer.” She made no attempt to explain herself, almost narrowing her eyes a hair as if to challenge, to question, to encourage their reaction. Anything to make this less of a drag, Octavia was willing to try.










