watch her dance, she beckons you
fair warning: leave her to herself
Bottle in hand, swigging from its glassy sanction, Melita had long since given up giving a shit for this occasion. Amused by the ridiculous thumbs-up, and that she no longer had those damned gloves any longer, she was more than content to watch and persist in some other vague amusements.
Her eyes might’ve flickered over to Sunjata – but what was there to say? Or do? A curt nod was extended back. Like they didn’t even know one another.
It stung – so she took another long drink, let it sweep down the back of her throat. Let it burn and turn in swift conflagrations. She paused enough to breezily pat Nate on his way by, and then they were all being summoned to the beach. For Adam to start stripping or whatever. She’d lost the plot a few drinks before.
So she cheered and whooped for him along the multitude of others. Why not at this point.
Her eyes might’ve flickered over to Sunjata – but what was there to say? Or do? A curt nod was extended back. Like they didn’t even know one another.
It stung – so she took another long drink, let it sweep down the back of her throat. Let it burn and turn in swift conflagrations. She paused enough to breezily pat Nate on his way by, and then they were all being summoned to the beach. For Adam to start stripping or whatever. She’d lost the plot a few drinks before.
So she cheered and whooped for him along the multitude of others. Why not at this point.
beautiful to see, but poison to touch
calm and chaos, evolved and still evolving
MELITA
