✦ ⌢ closed for the savior / @saint1ies. ✦ ⌢ ＠ lethe club, around 9:10 p.m.
brows knit together as her eyes scan the text. she sorts through a mental checklist as she reads— white looks good on you, true. shame it won't hide the stains, indisputable. see you tonight, sent from… who? panic rises in her chest, taking the shape of something dark, ugly, and— no, she won't crack at her own party. a swipe of her fingers: delete message. almost as soon as the button is pressed, she collides with someone in front of her. “sorry–” she begins, looking up to meet the hazel hues of none other than romy ivalu. a pause, to test the waters, “got a stupid text.”