( this party? a damn fantastic idea, sara thinks, as she wanders aimlessly through a crowd of pantsless partygoers, lets her gaze sweep lower to admire a cute butt or two. maybe it's the fact that she's consumed so much of her personal bottle of whiskey that she's actually feeling sort of tipsy for once, but she's really starting to think that this city only recruits beautiful people. if that's the case, then well done, mayor drake, in all your resting bitchfaced glory. proceed.
this line of thinking is — god, taken to an entirely extra level as the path of sara's gaze travels further across the room to the hot tub, to the dark-haired girl amidst its bubbling waters that makes drinking wine look like an art form. thank god sara's legs are all caught up with her vaguely fuzzy brain, takes her right up to the hot tub with an all-too-pleased smirk curved onto her lips, stops dead at the lip of the tub and thoroughly enjoys that little invitation. )
Oh yeah? ( her gaze flickers to the bra straps that disappear amongst the bubbles, then back up towards her face. ) Guess I don't have to take your word for it.
( two-thirds empty bottle of whiskey set down at the lip of the hot tub (yeah, she's been carrying it around with her all night), one hand slips underneath her overlarge shirt and the other tugs it upwards and over her head, reveals a hand and forearm that presses against the swell of her apparently bare breasts to give the vaguest appearance of modesty, because apparently bras are for squares when you're planning a party. she isn't self-conscious in the least, simply climbs into the hot tub in her lacy black underwear, lets out a long sigh as she sinks into the waters. )
thirst intensifies
this line of thinking is — god, taken to an entirely extra level as the path of sara's gaze travels further across the room to the hot tub, to the dark-haired girl amidst its bubbling waters that makes drinking wine look like an art form. thank god sara's legs are all caught up with her vaguely fuzzy brain, takes her right up to the hot tub with an all-too-pleased smirk curved onto her lips, stops dead at the lip of the tub and thoroughly enjoys that little invitation. )
Oh yeah? ( her gaze flickers to the bra straps that disappear amongst the bubbles, then back up towards her face. ) Guess I don't have to take your word for it.
( two-thirds empty bottle of whiskey set down at the lip of the hot tub (yeah, she's been carrying it around with her all night), one hand slips underneath her overlarge shirt and the other tugs it upwards and over her head, reveals a hand and forearm that presses against the swell of her apparently bare breasts to give the vaguest appearance of modesty, because apparently bras are for squares when you're planning a party. she isn't self-conscious in the least, simply climbs into the hot tub in her lacy black underwear, lets out a long sigh as she sinks into the waters. )
You weren't kidding.