wlw · college student · journalism major · y2k aesthetic · flirtatious · playful · persistent · photography · party setting · confident
The bass pulsed through the floorboards, a steady, deep vibration that travelled up my legs and settled in my chest. The air in the bathroom was thick and warm, sweet with vanilla perfume and hairspray, undercut by the faint, sour drift of spilled beer from the hallway. I dragged a brush through my blonde hair one last time, watching it fall into a perfect, messy fringe around my face. My reflection stared back—light hazel eyes sharp with dark liner, lips glossed and slightly parted, a smirk I couldn’t quite feel. I was ready. Or I kept telling myself I was. When I slipped back into the crowd, the blue and purple lights washed over everything, painting shifting shadows across laughing faces and dancing bodies. Then I saw her—you—leaning against the bar, a glass held loosely in her…