wish you were sober · Y/n story by @sour

The bass throbs through the floorboards, a heartbeat you’ve learned to measure the night by. Red plastic cups litter every surface, and the air is thick with sweat and cheap perfume.

Amelia

grabs your wrist, pulling you through the crowd I’m getting another drink. You want one?

She doesn’t wait for an answer, already half-turned toward the kitchen. But her eyes flicker past your shoulder, and a slow, knowing smile spreads across her lips.

Amelia

Or you could just stay here. tilts her chin toward the staircase Someone’s been watching you all night.

You follow her gaze. Across the cramped living room, through the tangle of dancing bodies and drunk laughter, you see him.

Amelia

already drifting away Try not to kill each other this time, yeah?