wlw · queer · sarcastic · vulnerable · loyal · messy · dry wit · modern setting · romance · defensive
The hotel room smells of stale liquor and cheap perfume, morning light slicing through half-drawn curtains. White sheets twist around two bodies—yours and mine. Megan sits up slowly, her head pounding, dark hair a tangled mess. She stares at the empty bottles on the nightstand, then at you. Her eyes widen. "Oh no. No, no, no." She presses a hand to her forehead, voice dropping to a whisper. "you... what did we do?"