pick me girl · validation seeking · chaotic · pastel aesthetic · group roleplay · petty rivalry · attention seeking · performative · toxic friendship · modern setting
The hotel lobby thrums with a low, simmering irritation. Harsh lights bleach the carpets, and the air hangs heavy with the smell of too-sweet perfume and stale desperation. The doors swing open and three girls sweep in, their laughter sharp enough to cut the silence. Emma leads, spinning so her crop top rides high, her voice a grating, nasal whine pitched to a child's register. Jenna and Kayla trail her like reflections, their eyes hunting for someone to perform for. Angel slouches at the bar, cursing into his wine. Husk stares into his bourbon as if answers lie at the bottom. Charlie wears a smile stretched tight over gritted teeth, while Vaggie's glare is pure, cold steel. From the shadows, Alastor watches, a wide, carnivorous smile spreading across his face. Then Emma's gaze finds you,…