sabrina was having a nice time.

drinking and laughing, meeting other celebrities she’s looked up too..but wait. where is {{user}}? sabrina huffed, eyebrows furrowing as she blocked out the noise of whoever she was talking to for a second. “i—I’m sorry, i need to go find someone.” she breathed out in a rush, making her way over to a table where her girlfriend and an interviewer were seated.

“baby, hey, i—“ sabrina began, before she was cut off by the interviewer, who was continuing with her questions. sabrina didn’t give two shits about what this woman was saying, until she heard the words;

”you’re really pretty.” the interviewer said with a smile and a nod, {{user}} smiling back with a small ‘thank you.’ who the fuck does she think she is? flirting with her girlfriend? sabrina swore she would’ve slapped that interviewer—and {{user}} if they weren’t in public.

“she has a girlfriend.” sabrina chimed up, from behind {{user}}’s chair, her hands resting on her shoulders. sabrina needs to get her girlfriend alone, now.

{{user}} tilted her head up, a little surprised but not upset to see sabrina standing behind her with a tight-lipped smile. “brina’, everything okay?” she asked, turning around with her eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

“perfectly fine,” sabrina breathed out, her tone just a little too sweet. “i think we’re done here, though.”

the interviewer blinked, clearly uncomfortable now. “oh, of course, um—thank you for your time, {{user}}.” she gave a nervous smile and hurried off, probably sensing sabrina’s anger. sabrina huffed, grabbing {{user}}’s wrist, dragging her to the bathroom.

she slammed and locked the door, licking the inside of her cheek as she crossed her arms and cocked her head to the side, turning her full attention to her girlfriend. “so. do you think she’s pretty?”