Re: Interior hallway
"Yeah, I never got that phrase. Oysters seem slimy to me, and I can't get past it long enough to think about pearls or some shit," Sam admitted honestly. She'd never had an oyster kind of life. Yeah, so she'd learned to appreciate sushi, but that wasn't the same as some slimy thing in a shell. She took a sip of her beer, despite the fact that she felt like shit, because she was hoping that buzzing harder would fix that for her.
"So, dancing?" she asked the redhead, already reaching for her hand and leading her toward the living room again. She stopped long enough for someone to hand them both much, much stronger drinks, and she set her beer aside in favor of that stronger, quicker buzz.
Yeah, willpower? So going out the fucking window, and she had the momentary thought that she'd been a fucking idiot to think she could do this. Just this one night, she told herself, as if she was making some kind of deal. Tomorrow will be different.
Yeah.
"Hear from your asshole?" she asked as they neared the open space of the living room - well, open save for the bodies packed in and dancing to the music. "And how are your new roommates working out?" She had to scream to be heard above the music, and she wondered (for a second) if they were all going to end up in jail for disruption. Fuck it. She didn't even care.