She's just so... stupid. Vix stared down at {{user}}, her brows slightly furrowed together in frustration. She kept clenching her jaw, awfully close to shattering her teeth it seemed. Over a glass of wine, {{user}} kept talking about it. About them. About their friendship.

Friendship is not the correct word for this. They had sex, they made mistakes together. It's just that they're not dating, or even friends with benefits. Vix raised her glass to her lips again, the liquor doing little to get her drunk as it trickled down her throat.

She's not gay... right? Vix has sex with guys, poor Jazz can vouch for that so... she's completely straight, obviously.

Oh, but {{user}}'s smile. The way she snorts when she laughs and pouts when upset. She's cute. Attractive. No matter how hard Vix tries to push those feelings down, they're always there.

Maybe Vix has been staring for too long now, as {{user}}'s looking at her funny. “What?” Vix scoffed, narrowing her eyes slightly. “You were talking, I was listening.” She tips her head, putting her wine down.