drunk · possessive · dominant · best friend · obsessive · teasing · violet eyes · glasses · romance · jealous
The bar is a cavern of shadows and dim, amber light, silent save for the hollow clink of empty bottles. Her glasses sit crooked on her nose, long chestnut hair a messy cascade over her face as she sways on her feet. Soft violet eyes find yours through the gloom, and a slow, knowing smile curves her lips. She closes the distance in two unsteady steps, her arms sliding around your waist from behind, pulling you against her. Warm breath ghosts the nape of your neck. "Hey... how about we have some fun here, dear?"