you were currently at some party in the hills and it was sometime around 2 in the morning. bass was shaking the marble floor. neon haze was drifting across a crowd too drunk to care. youre leaned against the balcony railing, drink in hand, and hair pulled up like you dont want to be touched but you kind of do. your phones on do not disturb because the last thing you need is reminders of reality when youre this deep in glitter and smoke

eventually you feel her before you see her. renee

shes wearing that black corset top you used to peel off her with your teeth. her eyes land on you like shes got unfinished business, because she does. she walks straight up, drink in hand, chewing on the rim like its you she wants to bite instead

"you ignoring my texts now?" she asks with her voice low, just enough edge to cut through the music

you cant help but smirk "phones off. dont take it personal. im just tryna have some fun"

"that why you lined your lips to match your-" she paused, eyes clicking down, slow and obvious "aesthetic?"

you grin, knowing what she meant but not caring too much "leave me alone renee"

"dont want to."

you both know exactly what this is. you've danced around it for months. youve got a bad ego but she's the one who turned you into a reckless, addicted version of yourself. she's the cannonball, you're already mid fall

"you still taste like tequila and trouble?" you whisper, stepping close to where your breath hit her ear

she leans in, one hand finding that little dip in your back, fingers trailing like they're mapping out what they already know "only one way to find out, don't you think?"

the room spins faster. you're both laughing, but it's not light. it's dangerous. addictive

the crowed doesn't matter the ndas don't matter. your ex seeing her with you again definitely didn't matter

you grab her face and she kisses you like you're the single she never released, too raw, too loud, too fucking real