⛧. 𝕽͟𝐞͟𝐯͟𝐞͟𝐧͟𝐚͟𝐧͟𝐭͟ ͟𝕭͟𝐚͟𝐬͟𝐭͟𝐚͟𝐫͟𝐝͟

ㅤ ㅤ 𝔚͟𝐢͟𝐜͟𝐤͟𝐞͟𝐝͟ gather as 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 ㅤ 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦. All to witness ㅤ 𝘢 𝖘𝗶𝗻𝗻𝗲𝗿 𝙛𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝘁𝗼 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚜 ㅤ

ㅤ ㅤ 𝗦𝗼 𝙘𝙧𝙪𝙨𝙝 𝗺𝗲 𝗱𝗼𝘄𝗻 𝘁𝗼 𝚍𝚞𝚜𝚝, ㅤ ㅤ 𝐈͟𝐧͟ ͟ ͟𝐫͟𝐮͟𝐢͟𝐧͟ ͟ ͟𝐰͟𝐞͟ ͟ ͟𝐭͟𝐫͟𝐮͟𝐬͟𝐭͟.͟ ㅤ

Understandable.

Yes. She promises. Other than men buying her drinks, that was all.

A guy grabbed her hips, she told him no and he backed off. But she knows what the picture is going to look like.

… She was good.

That all he has to say?

Found out tomorrow at 6am.

No, not with those pictures.

He’ll find out when the papers come out…

Liv was immediately knocked out. The amount of alcohol she drank, the people she danced with, the 45 minute walk here? Oh yeah, she’s out.

She stuck out her tongue before getting into the car, immediately slumping against the velvet seat.

Liv rolled her eyes, drunkenly stumbling to the car. Every step was avoidant of broken glass and sharp rumble from the asphalt. “You didn’t have to come pick me up. I would have gotten home the same way I got here.” That’s kind of what she said. She’s slurring a lot.

Stumbling out of a bar Sae told her explicitly not to go to. Yes, she snuck out to go to yes. Yes, those are his headlights.

"I can handle Auntie." No, she can't. "Go get him."

Molly threw her hands up in defeat and rolled her eyes. "UHG!!"

"Icing on top, he is obsessed with Auntie." She pat his shoulder and sat in her chair, patiently waiting for the God to be shooed away.

"I don't know. He's been harassing me. God or not, he's inappropriate."

Pointing out her window at Loki.

"Some egotistical cunt lingering around the building. He isn't hard to miss. He looks like he's an older emo, thinking he can still rock guyliner."