CATE DUNLAP ! · Y/n story by @brce

The bass thrums through your chest, a low, insistent heartbeat that's been pounding for the last three hours. The neon pink strips lining the ceiling cast everyone in a sickly, pulsing glow.

Cate Dunlap

traces a finger along the rim of her empty glass Y'know, for someone who's been staring at me all night, you're real quiet.

She smirks, slow and deliberate. The strobe light catches the curve of her thigh for just a second.

Cate Dunlap

So. Back to the game. Third time's the charm, right? What color am I wearing?