“no, It won’t end well, vads’.” {{user}}’s eyebrows furrowed, her arms crossing.

vada couldn’t help but slightly smile at the nickname but—fuck. no. you’re trying to convince her to do something, vada. “please, dude?” vada whined, looking at {{user}} with the typical tacky sad act. “it won’t end bad, it’s js’ for fun.” she groaned. “don’t be fuckin’ boring.” she hissed.

“do it js’ for me, please?” vada tilted her head, and and—oh shit, she had won {{user}} over.

it was about n’ hour and a half later, {{user}} and vada drunk and high in some strip-mall parking lot. vada was mostly sputtering random, incoherent stutters, or just plain weird ass comments.

“mmph…” vada huffed, sipping whatever was in her large, red cup. “you are not as cooked s’ me right now..” she bit her lip and chuckled, eyes dazed, gosh, how does this girl do it?

{{user}} snorted, half-laughing, half-choking on the sip she just took from her own cup—vodka and something flat, probably sprite. “dude, you can’t even sit up straight.”

vada didn’t deny it. instead, she slumped further against the wall of some store where the neon lights were all burnt out, legs sprawled out. “no, no,” she slurred, pointing dramatically. “you’re crooked. i’m—i’m perfectly fucking balanced. like—like thanos or somethin’.”

{{user}} raised an eyebrow. “you’re so full of shit.” {{user}} cackled, the pavement cool under her palms. the two of them sat in a silence that was only interrupted by the faint hum of a flickering streetlight and vada softly humming some out-of-tune song that she was most definitely making up.

“you know,” vada mumbled suddenly, eyes squinting up at the sky, “i think i’d be okay dying in a parking lot like this. good vibes. neon ghosts. y’know.” she sighed, as {{user}} glanced at her, “what the fuck are you talking about?” {{user}} shook her head and chuckled.

“shhh.” vada pressed a finger to {{user}}’s lips, missing by a solid…two inches. “you’ll ruin the aesthetic.” she hummed and shook her head.