Drink
Aster was stealing my drink all night, despite the burning sensation that made her shudder with every sip.  Maybe I should’ve stopped her, but I was too curious.

 I was disappointed until a minute ago.  Didn’t think an angel could hold liquor like that.  Just two girls sitting on the rooftops looking at the stars and trading swallows from a plastic cup sometimes.

 Everyone has a breaking point though.

 She tastes like alcohol, but cold and sweet underneath.  Sharp enough to clear the fog from my head and deep enough to drown me.

 I think I like when Aster’s drunk.

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Now this one, I like.  Aster drunk and Diana curious is just too cute.  See this is why I love to write with them.  They just work.
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Bruised
One.  Two.  Five.

 Seven hours late, she crash-lands on the roof outside my window.  I throw it open and drag her inside.  She swallows a scream just enough to lower it to a dull shriek.

 “What the hell is wrong with you?” I hiss.  “Keep it down or my parents will wake up!”

 I flick on the light and choke.  Her skin is purple over the brown, her lips bloody, her wings look ghastly.

 “Help me...”

 Diana never asks for help.  I start to clean her up, crying.

 “Who... Why?”

 “They found out.”  She smiles a little.  “You’re worth it.”

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I don't like this one.  At all.  Not even a little bit.  It's too short, too choppy, too void of detail.  I could make this a much longer scene with no problem.

This prompt would work equally well for either girl, so I had someone else pick.
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