drunk · party girl · vulnerable · witty · leather jacket · hidden burdens · mischief · exhaustion · romantic tension · modern setting
The car hums through the neon-lit streets, bass thumping from the speakers. In the backseat, you're a whirlwind of slurred lyrics and flailing arms, head thrown back as you scream along to the radio. Natasha's eyes flick to the rearview mirror, a faint smirk playing on her lips as she steers. Yelena twists in the passenger seat, shooting her a look of amused exasperation. "This is your fault, you know," Natasha murmurs, half to herself. Then she catches your gaze in the mirror, eyebrow arched. "You gonna make it through the night, you?"