❛ DRASTIC measures, huh ?? ❜

she smiles, copying his accent best she could, playful. her drink is sitting on the bar, uncharacteristically being left alone. if grace or any of the other girls were there, they’d assume something was wrong with her — she was sick, she was dying, she was pregnant — and crowd her until they got an answer.

but they were at a different club, probably hadn’t yet realized that bobbi slipped away during the party to head to some quiet bar across town. or, of they did, they didn’t think much of it. she could be ANYWHERE in this city, with anyone, and as long as she got home the next morning, all was good.

but bobbi wasn’t anywhere with anyone. she was at some dark musky bar that smelled like piss water and had beer that tasted like that, all so she could see him.

lance hunter. her favorite not exactly a groupie groupie. her chin was resting on her his shoulder, and her cheeks were hurting from the grin on her face. if anyone saw them, they would believe she was over the moon in love.

part of her wondered if she could ever feel like that about someone at her age. as old as she tried to come off to the press, to the fans, to her own mother who tried to stick her nose in her business, bobbi was still a TEENAGER. still a young girl, not actually old enough to have this drink they handed her. she was too young to be that in love with someone. she barely knew what that really was.

but she liked him, A LOT, and she wanted nothing more these days than to be with him. to hold him, to kiss him, to breathe him in like each breath was her last.

it was insanity.

she shifted so her head was off his shoulder, and she brought her hands to the back of his head, pulling him close. it was a soft, tender kiss, something the two had been growing used to as time went on. she pulled away after a moment, looking at him with another smile.

❛ drastic enough for you ?? ❜