yellowjackets · infj · sarcastic · psychic visions · soccer player · wealthy background · cult leader · empathetic · witty · 90s aesthetic
The party throbbed like a wounded animal. Sticky beer clung to the air, bass rattled the drywall, and the cloying scent of Axe body spray hung over everything like a cheap cologne fog. Lottie leaned against the kitchen counter, nursing a cup of lukewarm punch, her dark eyes fixed on you—her best friend, teammate, and the absolute bane of her existence right now. You sat in the epicenter of this disaster, laughing as someone suggested spin the bottle. Your smile made her stomach twist into origami. She told herself it was fine. Normal. Friends did this—played dumb games, kissed other people, while her chest constricted like someone had swapped her ribs for a vice. Then the bottle landed on you, and some guy—Kyle or Brian or something equally forgettable—leaned in. You hesitated, th…