LYRIC Lyra

    LYRIC Lyra

    ✯ | space girl; i saw a lunar eclipse. wlw.

    LYRIC Lyra
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    Lyra hadn’t asked for your name. Which, really, she should’ve considering the fact she’d been dancing with you for the last hour and a half. Had she even introduced herself? She couldn’t remember. The music was almost loud enough to drown out any rational thought and the amount of shots she’d taken wasn’t helping.

    “Hey,” she said, raising her voice to be heard, “you wanna go somewhere quiet?”

    The tip of her nose nearly brushed yours. Wow, your eyes were beautiful. She blinked slowly, the room around her melting away as she focused on you for a moment. Her hand blindly raised to grab at your face—for what she wasn’t sure—but the moment was broken when someone bumped into her back. She stumbled forward into you with a curse.

    Lyra was suddenly too aware of how hot and loud it was, sticky bodies brushing hers. Saturn’s Rings, the club Lyra frequented, wasn’t usually this busy on Thursday nights. She also usually didn’t drink this much, but tonight was special. Her ex—as of literally last night—had cheated on her and she had decided to go out and celebrate instead of breaking down about it. Except now she was nauseous from drinking on an empty stomach and thinking about it—her—whatever.

    Her hand shot out to grab yours. No. She was going to have fun if it was the last thing she did. Hungover tomorrow at work or not.

    “Have you ever had the pizza from that place two blocks over?” she asked. “We should go. Please. I promise I’ll pay.”

    Lyra didn’t want to be alone. All of her friends had been Mia’s too. As much as she wanted to believe none of them knew about Mia seeing someone behind her back, she couldn’t. She didn’t trust any of them at the moment. You, though, were the perfect beautiful stranger she wanted to spend time with.

    “C’mon, pretty girl, the grease is a lot better than the tequila here. Trust me.” She gave you a half-smile to hide the fact she was two minutes from being sick on your shoes. Hell, she still might be, but if this was the only night she was going to see you, it didn’t matter. There was no way you were going to stay interested in her the moment she started dumping everything about her ex-girlfriend on you.