she, with own drink in hands, lets out a muffled giggle. she's not drunk, but also not sober. “sometimes, yes.” hands him the glass, hues looking away. “don't you?”
love giggles in return, giving her some space. hints of embarrassment all over her smile. “it's alright, i know she'll like me.” blinks, shrugging. “someday...”
minnie curiously sniffs at the hand, then starts swatting wildly against it. a warning, acting like a little diva, indeed. “she takes a lil while to, y’know…” 𝑏𝑒𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑓𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑙𝑦, she means.
bright, all teeth smile blooms. she 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤𝑠 they'll get sick soon. fingers wrap around each other in an oath much deeper than it seems. “i hope they're all too high to remember anything you say about me.”
sick of her. their eyes roll, half–bitter, half–good natured. “not possible …”
still, he extends a pinky out to her, sporting a mild smirk despite remaining unconvinced. “only ‘cause they’ll be forced to. wait ‘til they hear about how much of a dork you used to be.”
promise i won't leave you alone, to the point you'll get sick of me. pinky promise, even! i noticed, yeah, yeah, but you'll be just fine. there's definitely people who'll listen to you.
i suppooose … but, 𝑜𝑛𝑙𝑦 if you don’t abandon me to hang out with the other a–listers. i don’t know if you know this, but i have a habit of talking to whoever’s around to the point of becoming obnoxious. it’s a bit of a quirk!
let's not put it like that, 'kay? think of this as ... networking. yeah, and free drinks. cool hot girl, free stuff and good music. isn't all that enough?