why evangeline abrams should never go to parties // evangeline & genevieve
"You’re a fucking alligator. You think I’m gonna recognize you?" Evangeline sighed deeply, rolling her eyes as she sunk down, back resting against the cool wall. "Whoever you are, I’m sure you did. Just tell me your name, alright?" Meeting the narrow eyes of the alligator, she forced the kindest of smiles that she could muster.
"Oh, you must remember me, Evangeline," Genevieve said. She felt years older than her teenager self, especially when floating so high that she could look down upon her conversation mate. With a mischievous grin, Gen swooped down and flew between Evangeline's legs with a throaty, reptilian giggle. "Your precious friend Genevieve? Surely I don't look that different -- save for the scales."











