#sage.start

[greykingston]

Grey settled her feet on the edge of the table, ankles crossed, and slouched into her seat. It was far too loud, with the music playing, people shouting, and just the typical hustle and bustle of a party. Dear god, I’m gettin’ a migraine. She rubbed the palm of her hand into her forehead. Glancing up as she took a swig of her beer, she realized quite quickly that she was no longer alone. Swallowing slowly, she waved a vacant seat nearby with her free hand. “ Wanna sit?” 

[rafaelxalvarez]

It was a classic wrong place at the wrong time situation. One moment he was in his own world while making his way across the barn, the next he was in the middle of a line dance he had no intention of joining. The whole scene must’ve been comical to any onlookers — Rafael accidentally turning the center of the dance into a jumbled mess while he clumsily moved around in an effort to avoid crashing into any of the lively dancers. The task was, of course, easier said than done. Completely unfamiliar with the dance, it was impossible not to continuously collide into someone — resulting in many embarrassed apologies, his drink spilling all over himself and several others, and the man repeatedly claiming that this was his nightmare.

Once he was finally able to escape the disaster on the dancefloor, he made a beeline for a nearby table where he immediately put his head down. He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t tempted to crawl under the table and remain there for the rest of the evening. “There’s no way that could’ve gone worse, is there?”