[ Her smile, so pretty, but it's not how he remembers it, it's... off. Her eyes are dark, slightly glazed and unfocused, like she's staring through him.
A weird mix of emotions floods through Steve, complimenting the blood rushing around, when she immediately wraps herself around him, lips pressed against his ear. He can feel her breath against his hair as she speaks.
Her words almost seem empty, meaningless, he knows that voice, it's been a long time since he's heard it, but it's still fresh in his memories. ]
Uh, hey Nance, yeah I'm here, this is my place... [ But it's said with much less hurt than he feels, thanks alcohol. ] Are you good?
[ His place? No shit. She looks up, at his house, and it clicks. Huh. That's just slightly disorienting. For all of a moment. It's not particularly important to Drunk Nancy. (Turns out she's pretty selective about what is categorized as of import.)
Relying mostly on him to stay horizontal, she pulls back in order to look at him and cocks her head. The sincerity framed in the question, the concern, twists at her insides and lines her face. She doesn't like that line of questioning, frankly. Don't harsh her vibes, please. ]
I'm totally rad! Like. Totally. It's a party, Steve!
[ Steve's shifts his feet back slightly as both Nancy's words and weight roll against him, one of them nearly knocking him off balance. He's really hoping this won't end up like last time, especially because he's had a lot more to drink this time around.
Her words sober him up just enough to get him thinking that maybe now is a good time to hydrate. He almost feels sorry for how dry his lips were on that other girl. He steadies both himself and then Nancy, taking her shoulders in his hands, and guiding her in the direction of his kitchen, she could use some too frankly, the smell of her breath lightly burning his nostrils. ]
Hey, I need some water, c'mon.
[ Not much of a choice in the matter for her, but he doesn't think she'll put up much of a fight, and if she does, well, he's stronger and, at least in his mind, he has the moral high ground here.
Not to mention, there's almost no one in the kitchen from where he can see, and that'll give them an opportunity to be alone, for whatever the hell is about to happen. ]
a million days later but i’m back on my stancy bullshit
[ Turns out she doesn’t put up much of a fight, like he suspected, but she isn’t super pleased about being pulled from where all the action is. Kitchens are boring. Water is boring, and even wasted Nancy can sense there’s an ulterior motive behind his suggestion.
Nonetheless, she trips along. Not like she has much of a choice when he’s got his hands clamped on her shoulders.
It’s quieter in his kitchen compared to the rest of the party. There aren’t nearly as many sweaty bodies in here, save for a couple leaning against one of the counters, their heads bent close together in conversation, not bothering to pay any attention to them.
The image makes her feel a little ill. She slumps against the island, fringe in her eyes, and reaches for the closest red cup. She doesn’t need water, she needs to stay fucked up. ]
stancyyyyyyyyy, here for it. i have no idea what this is :D
[ Steve goes for another stack of red cups, small towers of them seemingly propped up in every corner of the kitchen and most other big rooms in his house.
If you're gonna throw a rager, you gotta be prepared.
But instead of filling the two cups he grabbed with PURE FUEL, he grabs some ice and turns on the faucet, filling them to the brim. That's when he notices Nance, with her own solo cup already in hand. ]
Shit...
[ Nancy doesn't seem to notice what's in the cup she's about to sip from, and Steve almost lets her go through with it but couldn't live with himself if he actually did, so he deftly swaps his cup for hers, and faces the door they had just entered from. ]
Yo, assholes. I said no smoking inside, go out on the pool deck if you're gonna do that shit.
[ A few muted "sorry"s can be heard from the other room, as Steve takes the solo cup filled with cheap whiskey and a pair of cigarette butts and dumps it in the trash with a slightly disappointed look at Nancy, but he can't hide the slight smile he gets too anticipating the look on her face when she realizes what was in it. ]
Maybe a lil water Nance, before we get back to partying hard?
[ It's not like Steve isn't drunk too, maybe not at the same level as Nancy right now, but he's here throwing this bash to get fucked up before summer ends, he doesn't want to be a buzzkill. It's not like a part of him wants to impress Nancy or anything... definitely not... ]
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A weird mix of emotions floods through Steve, complimenting the blood rushing around, when she immediately wraps herself around him, lips pressed against his ear. He can feel her breath against his hair as she speaks.
Her words almost seem empty, meaningless, he knows that voice, it's been a long time since he's heard it, but it's still fresh in his memories. ]
Uh, hey Nance, yeah I'm here, this is my place... [ But it's said with much less hurt than he feels, thanks alcohol. ] Are you good?
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Relying mostly on him to stay horizontal, she pulls back in order to look at him and cocks her head. The sincerity framed in the question, the concern, twists at her insides and lines her face. She doesn't like that line of questioning, frankly. Don't harsh her vibes, please. ]
I'm totally rad! Like. Totally. It's a party, Steve!
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Her words sober him up just enough to get him thinking that maybe now is a good time to hydrate. He almost feels sorry for how dry his lips were on that other girl. He steadies both himself and then Nancy, taking her shoulders in his hands, and guiding her in the direction of his kitchen, she could use some too frankly, the smell of her breath lightly burning his nostrils. ]
Hey, I need some water, c'mon.
[ Not much of a choice in the matter for her, but he doesn't think she'll put up much of a fight, and if she does, well, he's stronger and, at least in his mind, he has the moral high ground here.
Not to mention, there's almost no one in the kitchen from where he can see, and that'll give them an opportunity to be alone, for whatever the hell is about to happen. ]
a million days later but i’m back on my stancy bullshit
Nonetheless, she trips along. Not like she has much of a choice when he’s got his hands clamped on her shoulders.
It’s quieter in his kitchen compared to the rest of the party. There aren’t nearly as many sweaty bodies in here, save for a couple leaning against one of the counters, their heads bent close together in conversation, not bothering to pay any attention to them.
The image makes her feel a little ill. She slumps against the island, fringe in her eyes, and reaches for the closest red cup. She doesn’t need water, she needs to stay fucked up. ]
stancyyyyyyyyy, here for it. i have no idea what this is :D
If you're gonna throw a rager, you gotta be prepared.
But instead of filling the two cups he grabbed with PURE FUEL, he grabs some ice and turns on the faucet, filling them to the brim. That's when he notices Nance, with her own solo cup already in hand. ]
Shit...
[ Nancy doesn't seem to notice what's in the cup she's about to sip from, and Steve almost lets her go through with it but couldn't live with himself if he actually did, so he deftly swaps his cup for hers, and faces the door they had just entered from. ]
Yo, assholes. I said no smoking inside, go out on the pool deck if you're gonna do that shit.
[ A few muted "sorry"s can be heard from the other room, as Steve takes the solo cup filled with cheap whiskey and a pair of cigarette butts and dumps it in the trash with a slightly disappointed look at Nancy, but he can't hide the slight smile he gets too anticipating the look on her face when she realizes what was in it. ]
Maybe a lil water Nance, before we get back to partying hard?
[ It's not like Steve isn't drunk too, maybe not at the same level as Nancy right now, but he's here throwing this bash to get fucked up before summer ends, he doesn't want to be a buzzkill. It's not like a part of him wants to impress Nancy or anything... definitely not... ]