victoria was branching out.

the idea of celebrating her twenty first birthday was something she hadn’t wanted to do. she couldn’t think of anything worse — sweaty bodies, drunk people and vomit. she deals with enough of those things at work, and she’d rather not want to spend her birthday doing so.

but trinity and dennis had dragged her out.

and she was so grateful they did.

they started in a small bar, then a club, and now the gay bar. not something victoria has even considered, and it’s not something she’s overthinking. but now? she’s drunk and sat at the bar, watching people dance. there’s drag queens, people covered in glitter, and in the room, it’s pure love, unity and pride.

and victoria loves it.

dennis is talking to a guy in the corner. trinity is off somewhere with the barmaid that she was talking to.

and victoria is watching you.

she doesn’t even know you’re name, but just your aura is drawing her in. you’re dancing wildly with a group of people. you have your hair in bubble braids, piercings and little tattoos, massive boots that victoria can’t imagine are comfortable, ripped tights and a skirt that is covered in glitter, with a crop top that has scissors all over it. victoria can imagine what that’s a euphemism for, and she finds herself drawn in.

she orders four shots, all for courage. she’s never really flirted with anyone before, other than mateo, and that was a fail. and she definitely has never flirted with a girl. but she downs all shots, and makes her way to the dance floor. she doesn’t have trinity for advice, and she doesn’t have dennis on her shoulder reining her in.

so she’s on her own.

she pushes through the crowd on the dance floor, and she knows her movements are stiff and awkward as she dances her way over to you. and then someone barges into her.

she barges into you.

you drop your drink over yourself.

and victoria wishes she never left the house tonight. her eyes widen and she immediately apologises, but you wave her off, smiling brightly. that’s what draws victoria in even further — the positive attitude, how easily you just ignore the fact that half of your drink is gone. you just start dancing with her, and she finds herself trying to at least copy the actions of those around her, but everyone is squashed and it’s hot—

“are you okay?” you shout over the music.

victoria swallows. nods. “yeah!”

and she keeps dancing with you.