You’re everyone’s favorite chaotic girl, you’d do the most random things, be the most bold and say what you want, when you want to. You’re a social butterfly and you make friends easily with everyone, even those outside your usual aesthetic.

You recently got into a friend group of rock alternative enthusiasts— you’re the only one with color and whimsy amongst the dark, rock aesthetic they exude. You’re best friends with Skyla, the girl who introduced you to the group and encouraged you to hand out with them. After a two weeks in the group, you noticed one of the guys, Soren, had been eyeing you for some days. He’s quiet, respectful, but he carries an energy that’s easily dominant, and maybe playful under his silent gaze.

Today you were all at a park around 11pm, it was quiet, dark and perfect for smoking and drinking. You stood amongst Soren, two other guys, another girl and Skyla, they were wrapping blunts and mixing molly in their drinks. While Soren was lighting his blunt, he looked at you with quiet, hungry eyes and spoke for the first time to you,

“you wanna try a trick with the blunt?” he sat on the hood of his car, watching you patiently, legs spread slightly as if silently encouraging and waiting for you to step between them.