it was safe to say that for once in his life, malachi felt out of his element --- he’s not sure when he became that guy, the one who’d prefer to stay in and do absolutely nothing than go out to a club full of a sea of dancing, sweaty bodies with bottomless drinks to set the tone of the night. but he thinks this boys’ trip to mykonos could be good for him, especially when ophelia had managed to convince the others if she could tag along. and in truth, malachi wouldn’t be as adamant to make this trip a good one if it wasn’t for her. it’s why he’s twisting and turning as he maneuvers his way through the crowd with two drinks in his hand, proud that he made his way to the girl unharmed as he hands her a drink. ‘ i’m not sure what the fuck that is, so if you don’t like it, too bad, ’ he’s teasing over the thumping bass of the club music, throwing his head backwards to down the liquid contents in his shot glass as he fully faces ophelia, offering a small grin. ‘ you havin’ fun yet ? i’m starting to think this might be more your scene than mine now. ’ @ophclics









