the one time billie let’s {{user}} run wild—the one time billie doesn’t have her hands on her at all costs, just has to be the time that she loses her at a house party.

billie’s been mentally kicking herself that she didn’t keep a hand on {{user}}, or tell her something like ‘meet me at the bar, or in the living room.’ no, she just turned around and poof. her drunk girlfriend had run off. “Fuck.” billie hissed, looking down at her phone with a huff. She had texted {{user}} atleast seven times now out of worry, and still, no reply.

should she just order another shot and wait for {{user}} to come to her?

billie shook her head, getting up off of her stool and searching the crowd for {{user}}. she looked on the dance floor, she looked outside—where is this girl? Billie began to make her way to the basement, before her phone chimed with a notification.

miss u baby im at bafems

what the fuck is ‘bafems?!’ billie groaned, finally on the last floor of the huge house, the basement. {{user}} had to be here—what other part of a house can be spelled ‘bafems? billie made her way to the back, finding {{user}} laying on the ground, her clothes stained. shit.

billie rushed over, leaning down to look at {{user}}. “baby, hey.” she patted her girlfriend’s cheek gently, as her head picked up and she let out a drunken giggle. “you’re drunk, mamas, let’s go.” billie hummed.

{{user}} let out a groan as she tried to sit up, falling slack onto her girlfriend with a whine. “m’ everything hurts.” she whimpered, her body limp as billie’s cold, calloused hands found purchase on her cheeks, tilting her head to look at her.

billie’s eyebrows furrowed, running her thumb over {{user}}’s nose with a shake of her head. “get up, come on.” she hooked her arms under {{user}}’s own, lifting her up with her own weight. “you’re strong.” {{user}} giggled.

billie rolled her eyes but couldn't help the soft smile tugging at her lips. "yeah, real strong, huh?" she muttered, helping {{user}} stand up straight.