THREAD: VIVA & DARRAGH
WHO: Viva & Darragh WHEN: Night of the THROWBACK party. around 3:00AM WHERE: The Stables WHAT: Viva has no idea how to socialize, gets drunk, and wanders to her safe place: the stables. In a bikini. RATING: Eh who knows.
Socialization wasn't really one of Viva's strong suits. But she'd been trying to make more of an effort. So she'd gone to the throwback party with her cousin and her friends, but ended up on the outskirts again. She'd even tried the drinking thing, but she wasn't really sure it was for her. The vampire was though, drunk. And she had a mostly empty bottle of some rose wine in her hand as she walked along the path towards the stables. She was clad in just her black string bikini, and a black sheer kimono. She had lost her shoes somewhere at the party, along with the dress she was pretty sure she'd worn to the party. But as people had begun to pair off or go home, Viva had decided to go see her horses. The pink haired vampiress walked into barn, which was perfectly spotless, and easily found her way in the dark to her horse's stall. Jovi stuck his two-toned face over his door and she walked over to the eighteen year old horse. She placed a kiss on his velvet nose and he stuck his upper lip up at her. She giggled and began to stroke his face. Lucy nickered at her from her stall across from Jovi.
"Shhh!" she drunken shushed her white mare. "You'll wake everyone up!" She opened Jovi's stall door, and the big horse pressed his huge face against her. Viva leaned against him, kissing the side of his furry face as she breathed in the familiar scent of her best friend. It was true, Jovi was her best friend. Sometimes she felt like he and Lucy were her only friends. Sure there was Darragh, but things had been different lately. Since they kissed. Since he'd said such nice things to her, things no one else had ever said to her. She'd pretended it never happened and had he, but they weren't texting each other or spending any extra time together. In fact they were never alone, and she wasn't sure if he was avoiding her or she was avoiding him. Raising the mostly empty bottle of rose wine to her lips, she took another long drink.
"You'll always love me, right Jovi?" she whispered to the palomino paint. A gentle head butt was her answer and the alcohol sloshed in the bottle, the only other sound in the darkness of the barn. "Atleast someone does," she muttered in the dark, raising the bottle to her pink lips.