[ Revelry, noise and sound and light and people, people, people all around comfort her. They dilute the boundaries of the self she so fears and loathes and allows her to just be one of them. Moving bodies in the dark, intoxicated by alcohol and a certain vibe in the air. She polishes away her edges and oversimplifies: here she is just a woman too drunk for her own good, too loud, too cheerful, and she agrees to a dare to kiss a stranger because just now she dared a man to lick his best friend's neck.
All in good fun. Everyone thinks this is what everyone does at parties when everyone's only pretending.
It doesn't mean she can't, or won't, cheat, zeroing in on the company she arrived with. Ever the loner and the outsider, the poster body for the word stranger. Her steps are resolute, almost as if she means to pummel her with her bare fists instead of this, placing both hands on his cheek to keep him from escaping and going in with a kiss forceful enough to bruise. There's no grace to this, no tenderness, and there's only bitter alcohol on her lips.
Behind her, her newfound gaggle of friends cheer drunkenly before forgetting her name and her space amid their circle.
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All in good fun. Everyone thinks this is what everyone does at parties when everyone's only pretending.
It doesn't mean she can't, or won't, cheat, zeroing in on the company she arrived with. Ever the loner and the outsider, the poster body for the word stranger. Her steps are resolute, almost as if she means to pummel her with her bare fists instead of this, placing both hands on his cheek to keep him from escaping and going in with a kiss forceful enough to bruise. There's no grace to this, no tenderness, and there's only bitter alcohol on her lips.
Behind her, her newfound gaggle of friends cheer drunkenly before forgetting her name and her space amid their circle.
She stumbles back with a laugh. ]
They've looked away, right?