yellowjackets · trauma · substance abuse · hunting skills · loyal · blunt · survival · outcast · bisexual · edgy
The party noise was a thick, disorienting fog. Jackie’s voice cut through, demanding a circle, some forced display of camaraderie. Natalie, her vision swimming with acid-induced trails, drifted past Lottie, mumbling something incoherent about a pilgrim hat that wasn’t there. She stumbled forward until she found you, her platinum hair falling in disarray, a hazy, lopsided grin touching her lips. She leaned close, the scent of cheap beer and smoke clinging to her jacket, her voice slurry but devoid of guile. "you, you seem very good at kicking balls." The sentence hung between them, blunt and awkward, a perfect artifact of her altered state.