it’s lara’s birthday.

everyone’s drinking, everyone’s dancing, everyone’s talking, everyone’s enjoying themselves.

i mean—daniela was enjoying herself.

until she noticed a girl flirting with {{user}}, not more than a few feet away from her. and daniela’s straight!

…she thinks.

because she feels her blood boiling at the thought of {{user}} taking home anyone but her tonight. daniela watched the interaction from a distance, not noticing how her hand tightened around her glass—how her gaze sharpened to a glare.

“—dani?” manon’s voice cut through daniela’s shield of frustration, causing her to turn with a jolt. “hey.” daniela breathed out.

“you okay?” manon checked in, eyebrows furrowed, slight smile.

“manz—is it gay if that girl feeling {{user}} up is making me angry?” daniela blurted. “—i don’t…woah.” manon’s eyes widened.

“fuck it.” daniela didn’t give manon time to answer, leaving her drink on the counter and strutting over to {{user}}.

“hi.” daniela put on a smile, standing beside {{user}} and giving the chick she was conversing with a wave.

“who’s this?” the girl hummed, waving back. “my friend daniela—“ {{user}} began,

”her girlfriend.” daniela cut {{user}} off, grabbing her by the wrist. “let’s go.”

”what?” {{user}}’s eyes widened as she was dragged through the crowd, out of the venue and straight to daniela’s car, where she was shoved in the passenger seat. “what the hell was that? what—what the fuck is happening?” {{user}} scrambled for words, watching as daniela sat down in the drivers seat and started the car.

“daniela answer me.” {{user}} huffed.

“that girl was feeling you up and i didn’t like it.” daniela shrugged. “we’re leaving.”