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he grins looking down at the bag of peas that sits on his lap, the gesture is unexpected but he’s not entirely too surprised. he picks it up, pressing it against his cheek, “did big red get blinded by some cock on her way back?” he shakes his head solemnly, darkened features almost make it look as if he’s actually disappointed if it weren’t for the playful bits of mirth swimming in his brown hues “never trust someone who doesn’t know the difference between right or left to mend your wounds. – thanks, superstar. remind me to buy you a brand new soccer ball.” he teases with a smirk before he lets out a scoff, “he may have gotten my lip - but i know i fuckin’ broke his nose. i think it was an easy win. plus - he’s out of the party and i’m still here.” the minor fact that it’s his party goes without saying as he lifts his arms, gesturing around the room as if it were his palace. he stands, towering over the girl and reaches behind her, plucking the scrunchie the holds her hair together letting it slide onto his wrist and letting her caramel locks cascade down her back. he tugs lightly on a newly fallen strand, dipping his head down to meet her gaze, “tell me what you’re drinking tonight, winona.”
“it’s your party.” she points out with a raised eyebrow. he’s on his feet, towering above her so suddenly that she’s forced to tilt her chin up to maintain any sort of eye contact. he’s close enough to consume her entire line of sight. it’s distracting enough that she doesn’t recognize that glimmer in his eyes before it’s too late. he reaches behind her and the responding tug on her hair has her hand flying to the base of her ponytail. “don’t—“ but she’s too late. her hair falls down around her in sheets, the honeyed strands tickling her bare arms. she makes a few attempts to steal the scrunchie back but they’re halfhearted at best, leaving her empty handed. again. yet another scrunchie held captive - at this point, nothing short of chopping her hair off would break the vicious cycle. it’s all so ridiculous that instead of huffing or sighing or stating a useless demand that he relinquish her property, she laughs. the sound is so unexpected, so loud that she slaps a hand over her mouth to smother the noise. “you are infuriating.” with a shake of her head, she does her best to wipe the smile from her lips. she adverts her gaze, if only to find a single shred of the composure she’s just lost. she chances a glance up. “something you’d hate i’m sure.” she swirls the pinkish liquid around in her solo cup before taking a hearty sip. kombucha surely isn’t on the list of kieran approved party drinks.













