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there was no more protesting, no more harsh words, she simply weaved with him in a dazed silence through the house filled with drunken people — a few stumbles, and they emerged into the cooler night air, boots clattering against the pavement. “weren't you here with anyone?”



there was a few moments of silence where she just watched him with shaky breaths, clearly weighing up her options. “fine.” artie whispered, gaze dropping to their hands. “fine, okay.”

hands rose to weakly push against jace's chest, as though that would get him to move, dark eyes meeting his. “why can't you just let me .. fucking let me *leave.” she protested still, even if most of the fight had dropped from her voice.

“I don't want your help.” she shook her head at the offer, although it was a lie and she knew it. he was really the only person that knew her well enough to know what she was going through, and that was a comfort she couldn't pass up on so quickly. “i'm fine .. ” another +

“I wanna—” she started, hesitating to press a hand to her head for a moment, eyes closed. “I want to go home.” that was when her voiced wavered, breaking on a syllable. “this party's fucking shit. boring cunts.”

“ you’re full of surprises , buddy . “

“ doesn’t really seem like my crowd , y’know what i mean ? i don’t wear a backwards baseball cap & get hazed … “ he laughed , sitting beside him . “ and you , you party animal , why aren’t you there? “

the bottle had left her hand before she even realised what he was doing, dark eyes landing on him again with a fleeting look of hatred. “and you're a dickhead. are we just stating facts now .ᐣ” her words had bite, even if slurred just a little. with a deep breath inhaled +

“it's a bit late to tell me not to.” a dry comment, as she finally found an unopened bottle of beer, prying the cap off with an already-bent bottle opener, swaying a little as she set it back down. “go away, jace.”

“ just saying hi , mate “ wes claps a hand on the back of his bandmate’s shoulder .

she'd already made it into the kitchen by the time he caught her, empty cups and bottle scattered across every surface whilst she searched for another drink — to replace the one that soaked *his clothes. merely a sideways glance was spared in his direction as a response, +

