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[ it's raining, but alisaie does not mind. she likes the rain. it brings to mind peaceful, private moments, times during her childhood when she would be left alone and unbothered. it reminds her of calm, and tranquility, and safety. it's also an excellent time to read a book, one of her favorite activities. the steady fall of rain beats down on the roof and against the window on which she is leaning back, comfortable on her bed, shoes off and legs tucked up beneath her.

alisaie, unsurprisingly, has been here for a few days already, having arrived early to give herself time to unpack, decompress, and adjust to the space. she'll have a roommate this year, something she is not at all excited about, but it is what it is. given her family's influence, she could have gotten a single room, but that would've made her stand out even more and so instead she has chosen to attend normally, and bring no more attention to herself than necessary. even if it means having to share her space. with any luck, she'll land herself a social, popular roommate who is never in their room unless absolutely necessary, and she won't have to worry too much about feeling cramped.

while the space looks lived in, there's still a few boxes on her desk left to unpack, her suitcase half-full and leaning against the closet, but her books already sit in her shelves, filling every possible space without spilling onto her would-be roommate's side, though fitting them all has certainly been.. a challenge. her desk, too, is piled with notebooks, binders, textbooks, alchemy supplies, mining samples.. look, she's taking a lot of classes?? like, every class. notably, too, her rapier and crystal focus lean against the wall beside her bed, well polished and sharpened, cared for, and a cup of tea sits cooling on her bedside table, atop, you guessed it, more books. it's a theme.

when you are deep into a book, however, time tends to slip away from you, and alisaie has not noticed how much time has passed until suddenly the doorknob is turning. her breath catches in surprise, and she sits up straight in bed - gods, is it already late afternoon?? she didn't leave herself any time to mentally prepare to live with a stranger!! ]

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[ 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.. ]

[ It's probably not a great idea, no, but like Alisaie, Prompta has had plenty to drink, and like Alisaie, her nerves are much calmer than they ever would be under circumstances like this otherwise. Maybe she'll come to regret it tomorrow, but for tonight, it's nice to feel like a regular person, without the burden of her impostor syndrome weighing on her. It's nice to feel silly and young, playing spin the bottle and giggling and being both the receiver and giver of sweet little kisses, though soon it evolves to more.

Seven minutes in heaven is the next natural step, once they're all a little drunker with even fewer inhibitions, even if the prospect still makes Prompta's heart beat faster and her blood run warmer. This is...okay, right? She's always considered herself a hopeless romantic, the type of person to kiss when she's in love, but then again, it doesn't take much for her to fall for someone. And this is just something that people her age do, right? She can't deny that there's something thrilling about the idea of disappearing into the dark with someone and just letting things unfold. She's feeling bold tonight. So when the party host gathers up names to participate, she gives her own, even if her cheeks burn bright and hot as she does so.

Then all there is to do is wait, and Prompta drops back into her seat next to Alisaie, nursing yet another cup of stale beer. Alisaie had put her name in too, and Prompta isn't so far gone to realize that's not exactly usual for her. Then again, she had agreed to play spin the bottle... ]

Feelin' daring tonight, huh?

[ That makes two of them. The host comes around and Prompta plucks a name out, though she doesn't read it just yet. ]

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[ she has been feeling daring, maybe a little too daring, because watching prompta pluck that paper from the hat makes her begin to think that maybe this wasn't so great of an idea. she knows prompta, what if she regrets this? what if alisaie regrets it? what if watching her go into the closet and come out in love completely ruins the rest of the night? gods, she's an idiot.

but she should wait, first. if prompta seems uneasy, then they'll bail, but maybe she's pulled out the name of one of her many crushes, and she'll be happy to go into that closet and make out and gain a boyfriend. however much the idea makes alisaie's stomach sink, she shouldn't really deny prompta a chance at, you know, making out with someone she wants to make out with..

so she shifts nervously, tugging at her fingers. ]

I suppose so. And you are too, it would seem..

[ You know, it would be real nice to go into a closet and come out with a boyfriend, especially when for once Prompta's self doubt isn't getting the better of her. She can actually talk to boys right now without tripping over herself. But even if that doesn't happen, it'll be okay. She has no regrets.

So far, anyway. ]

Heh, yeah, guess all I needed was a little liquid courage in me...

[ She lifts the little piece of paper in her hand, about to read it, before stopping again. ]

Hey, if you had the pick of anyone in this room to go into that closet with, who would it be?

[ ah... wow prompta.. what the fuck she doesn't want to answer that!! alisaie isn't a liar, she doesn't like being dishonest even when the situation kind of calls for it. also GOD will she just OPEN THE PAPER and get on with ruining alisaie's life already!! not that she really wants to see prompta go make out with someone, but she's always been the rip-the-bandaid off sort of person, so.. the sooner prompta goes into that closet the sooner she comes out, and alisaie can get on with working her way through this new fresh hell.

she sighs heavily, distressed, though she plays it off quickly by elbowing prompta in the ribs - though not before a very obvious moment of silent panic that she isn't sober enough to hide well. ]

Well, with you of course. I don't even know any of these people!

[ HAHA IT'S JUST A JOKE HAHA

it's sure not a joke!! but alisaie doesn't like to lie, even now.. ]

[ If there's panic in Alisaie's expression, Prompta doesn't catch it, instead flushing bright red herself when Prompta gives her answer — though she chuckles afterwards, a slightly breathless sound as she nudges Alisaie in the shoulder with her knuckles instead. ]

Ha, that wouldn't be so bad, now, would it? You were a pretty good kisser...

[ But alas, even if they went in there together they...wouldn't kiss again, right? They could just talk and giggle and give every boy in the room a nosebleed thinking about what they might be up to together in there. But she stands by what she said. Alisaie had been a good kisser. Prompta wouldn't mind getting to kiss someone like that again. ]

Well, let's see where that practice is gonna —

[ But at last Prompta unfolds her little piece of paper, her brows lifting as a soft disbelieving chuckle rolls out of her.

Well, she'll be damned... ]

[ alisaie almost wants to cover her eyes as if it will protect her from whatever is to come, but NO, she will be strong and stoic and concentrate all of her willpower on not looking horribly affronted by whatever happens next. her gaze follows prompta's fingers as she unfolds the note, before lifting to her face, and..

.. what does that expression even mean?? she expected prompta to go immediately red in the face, to smile demurely and bat her big blue eyes at whoever the lucky recipient of her seven minutes would be, but that is not what happens. ]

What? No good?

[ alisaie's brow furrows, and she frowns. ]

You don't have to do anything you don't like, you know. We can just leave.

O-oh, no, it's not that...

[ She does certainly sound nervous now, because as much as they might have joked about it, Prompta didn't actually think she might actually be heading into that closet with Alisaie. But there it is, clear as day on her paper: Alisaie's name, one she could have picked out of so many others, and yet it seems almost...fateful.

Her stomach flips, but not in an uncomfortable way, as she flashes the little piece of paper Alisaie's way, her smile hooking up at one corner. ]

Looks like your wish is about to come true.

[ She would be lying if she said she weren't looking forward to it. ]

[ oh.

oh.

you know, this shouldn't be all THAT shocking. there's only like ten or so of them playing, the chances that they might pull one another's names is.. pretty decent, actually, but alisaie had been too busy feeling the doom and gloom to consider the possibility. maybe she hadn't wanted to hope for it only to be disappointed. there's also that same sinking feeling of.. disingenuousness that she felt when prompta asked her for practice kisses, the feeling that it's wrong to allow it to happen, when prompta does not know her true feelings. when alisaie is too much of a coward to let her know. ]

Oh.. w-well.

[ she flushes red immediately, right to the tips of her ears. maybe if she were more sober she might gently refuse, for the sake of her own guilt.. or maybe she wouldn't. kissing prompta had been so nice. sober or not, she's not sure she could resist. nevertheless, she's boldly slipping her hand into prompta's, tugging gently. ]

Shall we?

[ of course, a firm no is also acceptable, but she's sure that prompta knows that. ]

[ Maybe Prompta doesn't know the truth about Alisaie's feelings for her, but she's not too drunk to make her decision. It's not as though this would be the first time they would be kissing, and even if these wouldn't be for the express purposes of practicing, this is...well, still practice, isn't it? Plus Prompta can't deny that those kisses had been nice, and she...wouldn't mind more of them.

And there's no one should could trust more in a game of Seven Minutes in Heaven than Alisaie, really. So taking a deep breath to steel her nerves, Prompta risesand follows Alisaie's lead, moving towards the closet as her heartbeat starts to pick up. ]

W-we shall!

[ She's nervous, but in an excited sort of way that can't be attributed entirely to the booze. ]

[ alisaie's heart is pounding in her throat, and she's still shocked that prompta hasn't turned her down. maybe nothing will happen when they go into that closet, maybe nothing should happen, but she could still say no to even this, and go to pull another name out of the hat - the name of someone she might want to kiss far more.

but she hasn't, and now they're moving, stepping through the hot, stuffy, oppressive air, and into the dark closet. the door snaps behind them to the sound of several giggles, and alisaie hears the definitive click of a lock. normally it might be a little terrifying to be, you know, locked into a closet by people who might as well be strangers, but she can feel prompta's hand in her own, hear the sound of her breath so close. it isn't scary at all.

the closet is small and cramped, which she supposes is the point, but she is able to turn to face prompta fully, though the light is dim, bleeding through the crack at the bottom of the door, she can make out the outline of prompta's face.

without thinking, her other hand finds prompta's free one until she's holding both, sliding her fingers through prompta's until they're weaved together, drawing close. her voice is low, breathless. ]

Should we..?

[ The question is barely out of Alisaie's mouth before Prompta is leaning in, chuckling low in her chest as she presses her lips to the other girl's, warm and eager.

Maybe it's the darkness, or the sound of the lock clicking into place. Maybe it's the fact that she's drunk, her nerves spurned by the alcohol in her system and the atmosphere of the party, but regardless of where it comes from...she wants this. She wants Alisaie, the feel of her mouth, the taste of her that has lingered in the back of her mind since those practice kisses. She wants to enjoy this, wants to lose herself in the feeling, and not worry about anything else except for the precious little time they have in here together.

So she kisses Alisaie fervently, letting go of her hands, but only so she can wind her arms around Alisaie's waist, pressing flush against her. ]

[ prompta is so bold, so assertive, that for a brief moment alisaie is taken aback, inhaling sharply in surprise. in most cases it is alisaie who is the assertive one, and prompta who wavers, but their roles have reversed; alisaie's hold on her hands was so timid, her voice tremulous and unsure, but prompta wipes that all away in a fit of confidence that has the bottom of alisaie's belly dropping out.

it feels so perfect.

they're both a little drunk, and messy, but prompta's mouth feels warm and sweet and in an instant alisaie's shock melts away. a soft, mewling noise rises from her throat, the sound of sweet, aching relief, and alisaie's arms are up, sliding around prompta's shoulders and squeezing hard, holding to her, one hand slipping into her soft, messy blonde hair. she's used to the scent of prompta's skin, for how often she is affectionate, but right now that scent is all there is, it fills her senses alongside the warm press of her lips.

it had been easy enough, before, to deepen the kiss, to explore further, but they had gone slowly, gently. there is nothing gentle, now, about the way alisaie presses back into this kiss, her lips parting and her tongue dipping, searching, while her fingernails bite into prompta's scalp. ]

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