As if it were his own cup, Beau leaned forward and checked the inside of the solo cup, nose bumping into her wrist due to how close he was, “You sure? There’s, like, nothing in there? Not drinking much tonight? I can respect that,” he said quickly, flashing Kat a smile before standing straight again and out of her space, for the most part, “Worried?” Beau didn’t mean to sound like a broken record, but the idea of being worried hadn’t come to mind - should he be worried? It was rare that he ever was, even when the occasion called for it, “I didn’t think about that - I did look around for a bit. I think she took off, to be honest? Or she’s upstairs with someone, but I don’t like busting into the rooms, give people privacy, y’know? Plus I haven’t seen you in, like, forever. You’ve been keeping busy?”
as his nose bumped her wrist, kat drew her hand closer toward her. “no, i’m drinking. drunk is in fact the goal. i just prefer to get my own drinks.” her mom headed a lot of warnings, and this was one of the few kat latched onto. if she was going to get intoxicated, it would be her choice and by her hand. “alright then, scratch that.” kat drew in a breath. she hated how her therapist crept into her mind in that moment; she could practically hear him saying, ‘being social won’t kill you, kat.’ she’d questioned if he’d ever watched dateline. “define busy. because... yes, i have classes and homework... but mostly it’s been netflix and weird tiktok compilations.”
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