“Was a crazy night, I tell ya.”

Lara laughs airily, bruise decorated fingers carefully taking a sizeable grass of red wine in her palm. Bringing the silver rim up to her lips to take a generous sip from it. She’s a lady, by all means. Just not here. Not where’s she’s most comfortable, at your parents lovely abode.

She’s only wearing a form fitting t-shirt and some sweatpants, bare feet crossed at the ankles, signature jade necklace hanging between those sharp shoulder blades.

She’s so hot, you can help but stare.

Really, you shouldn’t. She’s your dad’s coworker—and a fuckton of years older than you. Over ten at the very least. Don’t know her exact age.. yet.

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“You said I can take your bed?” She asks you, already pulling the covers back. You’re more than a little embarrassed to have her in your room, as it was about bit more on the.. childish side.

She didn’t seem to mind that much, though.