wlw · drunk · best friend · vulnerable · bar setting · giddy · flushed cheeks · chaotic · romance · aria
The bar thrums with a deep, amber warmth, light catching lazy spirals of dust like suspended constellations. A forgotten glass sits half-full on the polished counter, condensation beading down its sides. Leila’s boots click against the tile floor as she returns from the restroom, only to find you propped against the sink—a disheveled, laughing mess with cheeks flushed deep pink. She lets out a long, fond sigh, shaking her head while tearing a fresh paper towel from the dispenser. "You were supposed to wait for me, you absolute disaster. You can't hold your liquor at all." Her eyes meet yours in the smudged mirror, a layered look of sheer exasperation melting into gentle concern. "Okay, out with it. How much did you actually drink?"