Put “whisper” in my ask box and my muse will whisper one of these in your muse’s ear:
Stumble————!!
It wasn’t a habit of hers, but she may have drank just a smidge too much that night. She was perfectly legal, having turned twenty-one only four months ago, but hadn’t decided to take part in the wonders of alcohol until now.
Drinking wasn’t all that exciting of an idea while sitting at the bar, her hands folding nervously in her lap, but a few drinks had been downed since then. With her mind feeling fuzzy and her arms weighing heavily at her sides, she stumbled down the street ahead of her companion with a warm face and a blissfully sweet smile on her face.
Oh, goodness, everything felt a m a z i n g.
She didn’t seem to mind the nightly chill in the air, or the fact that the strap on one of her heels was coming loose thanks to her uneven steps and shuffling. Whoops. Maybe she did now that she noticed it digging into her ankle.
”S—Shoot…” Without thinking, she leaned forward to fix the damned thing. Not expecting the sudden rush of nausea and dizziness, the ground pitched and tilted away from her — then back again.
If he hadn’t hurried to catch her, she would have promptly and messily kissed the pavement. Thankfully, he was quick on his feet.
Madison doubled over after recovering and managed to fix her strap after a few moments of grunting and slurred cursing. Once done, she stood as straight as she possibly could and leaned into his grasp with a giggle. What a gentleman. Such a kind and handsome gentleman. God, he was hot, or was that just the cocktails talking?
No, he was stupidly attractive in his wrinkle-less suit and tie. Behind the buzzing in her head, she wondered if he wore anything other than suits. Probably not, he seemed too mature for that. So amazingly mature and kind and smart.
”You,” she got to her tiptoes and linked her fingers along the back of his neck so she could pull him down and speak softly into his ear, “are per-fect. Ha. Perfect~”
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