“Billie talks about you a lot.” Sabrina hummed, looking at Billie then back at {{user}}, taking a sip of her wine. Who knew that your girlfriend’s stepsister could be so hot? “I dont.” Billie chuckled, resting a calloused hand on {{user}}’s thigh. “Not a lot.” she added, biting her lip. “You’re prettier in person.” Sabrina complimented, giving {{user}} a smile, nudging {{user}}’s shoulder. “How…how long have y’ and Billie been dating?” She asked, head tilting to the side in question. “A year and 3 months now.” Billie rushed to say it before {{user}} could, hardly getting out a word the whole night.

”Thats right.” {{user}} just nodded, and pointed back at Billie. “Really?” Sabrina hummed, eyebrows raising. “You’ll get tired f’ her.” She chuckled, before sipping her wine again. “Oh shush, brina.” Billie huffed, rolling her eyes. “She loves me.” Billie said it like Sabrina hardly give a fuck—which, bingo. She did. “We should head back to our apartment, hmm? We can chill there. Better drinks anyway.” Billie suggested, patting {{user}}’s shoulder. “Yeah, im down.” Sabrina just complied. She didn’t mind. Mostly because she’d spend time with {{user}}. “Oh. Yeah sure.” {{user}} just nodded. Not like she had. A choice anyway—her and Billie came in the same car.

The exited the bar, Billie driving the two to her nd’ {{user}}’s shared apartment. When they arrived, the penthouse smelled of roses and other candles that {{user}} lights and always forgets to put out. “This is nice.” Sabrina hummed, looking around. “Thanks.” Billie nodded, bending down to take off {{user}}’s shoes for her.