[ alisaie isn't one for parties. she knows how to have fun, far more than one might think a rich nerdy girl would, but she prefers that fun to be with a small, tight knit group of people, not at a loud, humid party full packed with people, the music so loud that it strains her ears. but prompta had leveled her with the puppy dog eyes that alisaie cannot hope to resist, and she supposes that she ought to get that school experience of the wild party, just to be able to say that she did it and she hated it.
so far, she's kind of hating it, yes, but it could be worse. it's not her scene at all, and she does not appreciate the noise or the press of people, but prompta is having fun, and so far nothing completely terrible has happened, so.. she's not ready to run out the door, but she's also not super eager to attend a party again.
of course, it was only a matter of time before she's dragged to some sort of kissing game, like this is some stupid movie or something, but alisaie has had a few drinks by now, so she's feeling loose and comfortable enough not to flat-out refuse immediately. but she certainly reserves the right to say no and walk away if she's expected to french some gross boy she has no interest in, especially if he seems like a creep, but prompta had been more than amenable to that.
it started simply enough with spin the bottle, which was fine, she supposes, since spin the bottle kisses tend to be little more than a quick peck, or even sometimes a kiss on the cheek, and while one of the boys who had landed on her had definitely seemed a little overeager, it's been fine. alcohol has given her brazen courage. none of these kisses, however, have been at all interesting or earthshattering, not even one from a cute brunette girl with long curly hair. her bottle never lands on prompta, for which alisaie is both.. grateful and disappointed. she still remembers their kisses, of course she remembers them, she tries and fails not to remember them every day, and she's not entirely sure her heart could take that sort of teasing again.
yet here she is, hoping anyway. alas the kisses never come, and the game begins to wind down.. at least until someone suggests seven minutes in heaven and now, two more stale beers in, alisaie does not refuse. she's no chicken, okay!! their names go into a hat, and it's prompta who reaches in first..
alisaie feels her stomach drop. gods. she hadn't really thought of how she would feel watching prompta go into the closet with someone else. they've both had quite a bit to drink, what if someone tries to hurt her in there? maybe this isn't such a great idea after all.. ]
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so far, she's kind of hating it, yes, but it could be worse. it's not her scene at all, and she does not appreciate the noise or the press of people, but prompta is having fun, and so far nothing completely terrible has happened, so.. she's not ready to run out the door, but she's also not super eager to attend a party again.
of course, it was only a matter of time before she's dragged to some sort of kissing game, like this is some stupid movie or something, but alisaie has had a few drinks by now, so she's feeling loose and comfortable enough not to flat-out refuse immediately. but she certainly reserves the right to say no and walk away if she's expected to french some gross boy she has no interest in, especially if he seems like a creep, but prompta had been more than amenable to that.
it started simply enough with spin the bottle, which was fine, she supposes, since spin the bottle kisses tend to be little more than a quick peck, or even sometimes a kiss on the cheek, and while one of the boys who had landed on her had definitely seemed a little overeager, it's been fine. alcohol has given her brazen courage. none of these kisses, however, have been at all interesting or earthshattering, not even one from a cute brunette girl with long curly hair. her bottle never lands on prompta, for which alisaie is both.. grateful and disappointed. she still remembers their kisses, of course she remembers them, she tries and fails not to remember them every day, and she's not entirely sure her heart could take that sort of teasing again.
yet here she is, hoping anyway. alas the kisses never come, and the game begins to wind down.. at least until someone suggests seven minutes in heaven and now, two more stale beers in, alisaie does not refuse. she's no chicken, okay!! their names go into a hat, and it's prompta who reaches in first..
alisaie feels her stomach drop. gods. she hadn't really thought of how she would feel watching prompta go into the closet with someone else. they've both had quite a bit to drink, what if someone tries to hurt her in there? maybe this isn't such a great idea after all.. ]