⠀ ྀ ུ ⠀ starter call !! ♡ for a gif starter ( w/ context. ) ↻ for a dm to plot.

“sorry, am I in your way?” a short laugh was emitted as her head would turn to make eye contact with the girl. Her body was taking up most of the sidewalk, after all. — starter for ༘＊𝒔𝒂𝒍𝒗𝒂𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒔𝒔.

eyes moving from the book in front of her to look towards him, “I just transferred to Whitmore. Do you go to school around here?” — starter for @CruelTerror

“i fell.. a few minutes ago.” her words trailing off as she spoke, slowly gesturing to the bottle of alcohol beside her to somewhat justify her actions. “wanna help me up?” holding an arm out towards her.

She’s beginning to get parched.

“arabella, nice to meet you.” she’d use this as an opportunity to check the other for a daylight ring, but the hand was clean. she hated how hard it was to tell in this town who could easily kill you. “Do you.. want a drink?”

“Sort of,” her eyes dilating once their eyes properly met in an attempt to compel him. “where’s the hot spot for people around here? where the students spend their free time?”

upon her answer she decided that she liked this girl, leaning down to pick up the bottle before holding it out towards the other. “that’s the spirit. do you go to school around here?”

“school is overrated anyway. I don’t even know why I go, honestly.” really trying to think of why she was. to pass time? to get insanely smart over the eternity she had to live? yeah, probably that. she’d take a drink, cringing slightly. cheap liquor. “but you’re a local?”

“wow, me too. well— maybe a few weeks. It was a long time ago.” her smile momentarily faltering as she processed her last words, hoping the other wouldn’t overthink it. okay, quickly move on. “that means you know the good bars around, right? because this vodka is shit.”

“cheerleaders are hot. ( we ) look like cheerleaders.” sending a wink the others way before she’d smile excitedly. “great. the grill. let’s go.”

“now, with you,” she’d move to throw the liquor bottle into the trash can near them before linking her arm with stefanie’s. “lets go.”

/ I CANNOT STOO THINKING ABOUT THIS

Where’s the shock in adding a warning?

Arabella. [ Holding out a hand. ]