Twice, huh. [Saxsice has been looking up at the starry, firework-strewn sky, grimacing at the sharp, acrid scent of the powder, the way the smoky sky is lit up with each dying blast. The mud of the lakebed is nice on her bare feet, hands jabbed into the back pockets of her cut-offs, short enough that the breeze off the lake has her thighs breaking out in goosebumps.
She hadn’t expected anyone lingering around the waterline to talk. Everyone still out after dark is various states of drunk – hell, the entire damn house is in various states of drunk, and she can’t fucking blame them, because look at this place. It’s a goddamn horror movie with Prada sunglasses on. But the guy perched on a bright rock speaks, and she turns, taking in the curls, the red stain of his mouth in the darkness. Too much wine, too much thinking. Saxsice knows that feeling.
So, sloshing back through the water, she sits on a nearby pink-paint-splattered rock, wincing at the cool feel against her bare legs.] Different people? Or the same one, who didn’t know when to quit? [She reaches out, grabbing for the wine bottle. If it’s sharing feelings time, it’s also sharing booze time.]
fireworks
She hadn’t expected anyone lingering around the waterline to talk. Everyone still out after dark is various states of drunk – hell, the entire damn house is in various states of drunk, and she can’t fucking blame them, because look at this place. It’s a goddamn horror movie with Prada sunglasses on. But the guy perched on a bright rock speaks, and she turns, taking in the curls, the red stain of his mouth in the darkness. Too much wine, too much thinking. Saxsice knows that feeling.
So, sloshing back through the water, she sits on a nearby pink-paint-splattered rock, wincing at the cool feel against her bare legs.] Different people? Or the same one, who didn’t know when to quit? [She reaches out, grabbing for the wine bottle. If it’s sharing feelings time, it’s also sharing booze time.]