✧･ﾟ: * &. / ft. @latenghts — closed starter.
SHE APPEARS TO BE A combination between a mouse and a bunny, perhaps with a cat thrown into the mix — she’s an animal of sorts, that’s for sure. saskia isn’t one for parties yet had been dragged by her so-called best friend, only to be ditched at the nearest opportunity that arose infused by alcohol. she’s leant against a wall ( a wallflower, quite literally ) as she observes her surroundings through pursed lips and curious eyes; people watching was an intrigue, a way to pass time simultaneous to her bored interest. chocolate hues scan the room and meet the statures of two bodies intertwined, making out in undecipherable costumes, next to a guy in a banana suit squished into the corner of the room and nodding his head out of beat to the surrounding music. another girl sits alone, a reflection of herself, and for a moment saskia thinks, ‘hey, it’s not just me’, and then she’s joined by a friend with two drinks in hand. the brunette nurses her second, scrunching her nose at the taste of spiked orange punch as she wonders why she’d even bothered attending; to be left here, unaccompanied and blending in agonisingly well, much to her displeasure. not even a horny frat boy would come over and introduce themselves in all her scantily clad glory ( not that she wanted them to, shyer with the opposing sex than she’d care to admit ), but maybe that was due to her visible discomfort in such coquettish outfit choice, that her friend had chosen, of course. it’s then that her eyes fall upon a singular figure, sat alone on the couch with an expression alike to her own; disinterested and unaccompanied. he was cute, in an approachable way — and she was sad, alone and had been recently dumped ( not just by her best friend ). her ex was somewhere at this party, undoubtedly so, and for her to even be seen conversing with another guy regardless of how well it went, would hopefully emit some sort of reaction. it might be the barely there buzz of alcohol ( she was a lightweight, but had barely drank on this particular occasion ) that moves her legs involuntarily toward him, and she slumps down beside him. “hey, hot stuff — what are you meant to be?” saskia gestures to his costume, dumbfounded toward his attire; cursing herself for opening with the line that she did. who even SAID hot stuff nowadays? who EVER did? the girl rubs at her temples out of sight, uttering “nice one, sas,” beneath her breath. “let me start over. you looked alone and i was too, so —... hey.”