though, if she’s honest with herself, wine, jake, and mickey are all contenders for the top spot in her life—neck and neck in the rankings, no pun intended.
steps fall into place, shoes neatly left outside the door like they always are. she slips inside, the faint smell of rain lingering in the air, mingling with the warmth of home. the infamous lopsided bradshaw smile tugs at her lips, a
the ⠀ door's ⠀ yanked ⠀ open ⠀ before ⠀ her ⠀ hand ⠀ even ⠀ falls ⠀ from ⠀ the ⠀ door—the ⠀joys ⠀ of ⠀ modern ⠀ technology ⠀ and ⠀ live ⠀ location ⠀ sharing. ⠀ his ⠀ lips ⠀ crack ⠀ in ⠀ that ⠀ far ⠀ too ⠀ wide ⠀ grin, ⠀ all ⠀ shark ⠀ and ⠀
“ is it scary? ” she finally asks, her voice soft as her eyes wander over to the glass of wine sitting on the table. the liquid has become her best friend on most nights, a silent companion in a world that’s constantly shifting.
lugging a bag nearly half her size, overflowing with enough popcorn and gushers to last a small army, she knocks on @daggerspare’s door. it's movie night, after all, and she's ready to uphold the agreement: no bickles, and jake gets to ;