jealousy? | trafalgar law · Y/n story by @queenofswords

The bass thumps through the floorboards, vibrating up through your sneakers. The air is thick—cheap perfume, spilled beer, sweat. Bodies press against you from every direction, a swaying, laughing mass of people who don’t care that you’re trying to get past.

Nami

grabs your wrist, shouting over the music Come on, loosen up! We’re here now, might as well have fun.

She pulls you deeper into the living room. Red plastic cups litter every surface. A girl in a cropped top is standing on the couch, singing off-key. Someone elbows you in the ribs.

Nami

I’m gonna grab a drink. You want one?

You open your mouth to answer, but your eyes catch something across the room. Near the hallway to the bathroom.

Nami

frowns Y/n? You good?