EarsToSeeEyesToHear wrote:
Staring up at the same, white, artexed ceiling, or down at the same black pillow cases, had become routine for Jax. Five years of routine, to be exact. He was distracted tonight, mind, and that's something that his very long term girlfriend wasn't going to let slide. They'd done nothing but argue for the past six or so months for stupid, stupid reasons like when they were going to get a house together, or the fact that he spent a little too much time with a certain female childhood friend for her liking. Lately, it'd been getting better and that's something he was grateful for, they'd been spending more quality time as a couple and just going back to how they used to be, but he couldn't shake the guilt tonight from blowing off Ava ... again.
One of the main reasons I moved out, Koral thought to herself, was to prevent my friends from dragging me to grubby house parties. And yet, here she was. Her outfit, which consisted of a black shirt dress and un-necessarily-revealing-hella-impractical fishnet tights and a pair of combat boots, left just enough to the imagination that it'd caught the attention of a few ... potentials as she walked in. She really didn't have the effort in her to bother with that tonight, but it was nice to know that he could still turn heads if she tried hard enough. Koral found herself stood by the window for no particular reason, looking out of it and lost in her own though until she suddenly found herself face-to-face, or rather, face-to-collarbone with someone she just about remembered the name of. "Jesus fuck.." she muttered, jolted from her thoughts, before finally making eye contact with what she could only presume was Rubeus Hagrid's adonis-esque twin brother "Yeah, most people go with Koral though. I ... don't believe I got your name?"