that’s gonna piss off a few people.

the crowd was still screaming when sabrina strutted off the stage, the adrenaline still pulsing through her veins, heart racing—hair a little messy, breath a little heavy, and that dangerously attractive smile still on her lips.

she barely had any fuckin’ time to grab a water bottle before she felt a firm grip on her waist. “what the hell was that?” {{user}} huffed, turning sabrina around to face her with a struggle. ”what was what?” sabrina’s eyebrows furrowed, looking from her girlfriends lips back to her eyes. she tried her best to look as clueless as possible, crossing her arms and cocking her head to the side.

“dont’ know what y’re talking about.” sabrina shrugged with a huff, exhausted. "dont play dumb with me, y’ know i hate that shit.” {{user}} shot back, eyes narrowing. "that whole thing—you were flirting with the entire crowd—and the dancers?”

sabrina scoffed, running a hand through her hair as she licked her lips, the ghost of a smile still tugging at the corner. "baby, that’s my job," she hummed, eyebrows still creased and voice dripping with amusement. “your job is to sing," {{user}} huffed, stepping closer. “not to make every single person out there think they have a shot with you." she spat.

“but we both know none of them do.” sabrina replied. “don’t we?” she added, licking her lips once again.

“I don't know... do we?” {{user}} muttered under her breath, biting back a smirk. “you’re so full of shit.” she breathed out. “okay—why are you being so pissy?” sabrina let out a low chuckle, looking her girlfriend up and down. “how the fuck could i flirt with a whole stadium?” she shook her head, eyes narrowing.