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‘ that’s right ! ‘ could’ve FOOLED her; transparency isn’t the issue at hand. oh no, there’s just someone ( who’s CLEARLY had too much to drink ) that wants to do a backflip from somewhere that’s much too high to look even a little safe. alcohol makes his heart beat slow & in turn, his thoughts. they’re dragged along, sporadic in nature, & all about velma. with glazed eyes, he looks to her & smiles, offers quiet reassurance. ‘ they’ll be fine, i think. ‘ waves the wannabe stuntman off, turns her attention to a relaxed game of beer pong. no one wins at this game, but she doesn’t have to know.
leans in closer to her to talk, music’s tolerable when it doesn’t dilute the message.‘ you wanna try ? i think you’d be a badass partner. ‘ nudges her lightly, partially in jest & partially to encourage her to at least entertain the idea.
SKEPTICISM sits heady on her tongue , gaze following the intoxicated boy until he is out of sight , off to do god knows what . she’s HOPING for the best , feels as though she should stop him from potentially DYING , but — he had friends around him , right ? they certainly wouldn’t allow him to perish — right ? ❛ if you say so . ❜
attention is SNAPPED back to noah — he is CLOSE , here , voice in ear , nearly shoulder to his chest . she has not really drank anything , yet , and the thought of playing beer pong leaves her NERVOUS , a little anxious . velma , beer pong ? she has NO hand - eye coordination whatsoever . ❛ oh , i — puck , i don’t know , i think i’d be an awful partner . ❜ don’t be so BORING , dinkley ! don’t you want him to stick around ? ❛ i — i suppose i can try . all i have to do is get it in the cup , right ? ❜ teeth sink into cherry - stained lip , eyes CALCULATING , but her mind is still half - on the guy by her side . ❛ is there a — a clear OBJECTIVE ? a road to take ? ❜