closed started for @finelined
friday nights, or as most would consider it saturday mornings, always ended up the same for rose crawley. she’d start the night out in heels, her tightest dress, and not a hair out of place. then as the night progressed - as she drank, danced, sang, and kissed her friends - she would becoming increasingly more intoxicated not only with alcohol but also the sheer serotonin and adrenaline that came with her wild nights out. by 3 am, she was either calling her nerdy neighbour to come pick her up (only if she was really desperate) or walking home barefoot. tonight, she was doing the latter. it was finally turning to summer so the nights were balmy and she thought the walk might actually be pleasant this time of year. that was before she realized that she was incapable of walking in a straight line, hiccuping her way home until she was standing in front of the tree house. though it was built for her as a child, the tree house was still getting plenty of use these days as it allowed her to sneak in and out of her bedroom window without being caught. it was perfect for evading her parents and for sneaking boys in, but the only problem was that it was... just so tall. taking a deep breath, rosie awkwardly clamored her way up the tree house ladder, her heels in one hand and purse in the other. tripping on the top step, the blonde felt her knee cut open against the wooden panels and cursed under her breath, biting her tongue to stay quiet.
