@avalanchiing
Ezzie was drunk, like ‘white girl trying to make friends with everyone’ drunk. Personal space was a social construct and Ezzie was definitely unaware of it. She grabbed onto his arm with the hand not holding her plastic cup and leaned in close. "Your hair looks so soft.” The tiny teen took a drink from her cup, no way she should be having more alcohol at this point but she’d forgotten where the juice was and had even forgotten juice was an option. “Can I braid it?”








