EVIE.
The bass pumping from the speakers left a vibrating sensation in Evie’s chest as she sat at the bar. A few gentlemen had bought her drinks but eventually sauntered off with other women. Evie wasn’t offended by it; none of them particularly caught her eye. “Get drunk and fucked so hard your brain gets scrambled,” Evie said bluntly, innocently shrugging her shoulders at the man as her tongue toyed with the straw in her glass.
┊| ‘ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴡᴀs ᴀ sᴍᴀʟʟ ᴘᴀʀᴛ ᴏғ ʜɪᴍ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴀʟᴍᴏsᴛ ᴄʜᴏᴋᴇᴅ at her forwardness, but he couldn’t help the loud laugh that erupted from his throat and lot itself with the music of the club as it travelled through the air. ‘ i guess that’s one way of putting it, yeah. drunk sex isn’t that interesting, though, and neither is the resulting hangover. ’










