&& willliamsburgweasel.
he’s not sure how long it’s been since he last saw her -- he hasn’t exactly been keeping track. it doesn’t help that he doesn’t even know what day of the week it is anymore, but judging by the two girls he’d woken up next to that morning, it was either saturday or sunday. those were the only days both rory and beatrice were available to him on the same night, since the former started the first semester of her junior year at yale last month.
at most, she’s managed to sneak her way into his thoughts twice, maybe thrice and all fleeting. mostly, dan wondered when she was going to show up again while simultaneously trying to recall her name. it was right at the tip of his tongue -- but it was going to remain right there for the time being, it seemed. oh well.
what he does remember, however, is the way she felt underneath his touch. warm and soft. also, lacking in experience though that was something he took pleasure in knowing. she was dizzying in a way that he liked. so much so, that when he’s once again reminded of her existence at another social event he’s forced to attend, his feet simply bring him over to bridge the distance between them without a second thought.
a hand settles upon her waist, and his voice is low, breath reeking of alcohol when he greets her, “if i may, you look - devastating.” before leaning in, though it’s right beneath the hinge of her jaw that his lips find instead of her cheek, light and barely there.
