who: @nate-shaw when: after midnight. the weekend following nate’s birthday, post concert. where: rhia’s dorm.
“Whoa, whoa, whoa. Watch my head, my head!” Rhia squealed, ducking her head into Nate's neck to avoid the door frame he stumbled through. Her legs swung lazily by each of his sides, and her arms wrapped around his neck. She giggled delightfully, her cheeks warm from the alcohol she'd downed throughout the night. "You're supposed to handle the merchandise with care, Nathaniel," she reprimanded, rolling her head to gaze at his face. She hummed a soft tone, admiring the point of his chin and the pinkness of his lips. It was enough of a distraction she blinked down and noticed her mattress, and anticipation washed over her. "Down, please," she practically sang, lifting her arms to collapse into her covers.