wlw · drunk · best friend · vulnerable · bar setting · giddy · flushed cheeks · chaotic · romance · hyera
The bar hums low and warm, amber light catching the dust motes that drift through the air like tiny stars. A half-empty glass sweats on the sticky counter, its contents long forgotten. Hera steps back from the bathroom door, her boots clicking on the tile, and finds you slumped against the sink—a mess of giggles and flushed cheeks. She sighs, shaking her head as she grabs a paper towel. "Lord, you should at least wait for me, you fool. You can't drink at all." Her eyes meet yours in the mirror, a mix of exasperation and soft worry. "How much did you even have?"