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.
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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