"Moonshine sounds lovely right now."
"Then it's your lucky day, I'm right here baby."
"No, silly. I want the real stuff, alcohol, absolutely not you."
PSA
I barely know anything about ESC, even though I'm from Europe and has watched ever since I can...
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VALENCIA DE LÉON
I pull the boot further up my leg and I cringe as it slaps down on my newly made bruise that I got from sleepwalking last night. The bruise was a pretty big one but the purple colour mixed with blue was kinda cute so I couldn't complain.
Earlier this morning Diana had messaged me a lengthy message about how behind schedule we were due to my few days of absence. Even though we had been in Rotterdam for a few weeks there was still many things we had left to do and it wouldn't be long until the actual competition.
I turn back around and look at myself in the mirror. Even though the thigh high boots I was wearing were really high you could still see my bruise above it and through my black stockings. I let out a frustrated groan, even though it wasn't too visible it still made an appearance - but instead of putting myself down I looked straight back into my eyes through the mirror.
"Mama.. you don't have one, daddy - no. Father didn't raise no bitch, you look badass and hot so shut the frick up." I tell myself, finger pointed into the mirror as I try to convince myself.
Suddenly the alarm on my phone blares and it's the alarm telling me to go down to breakfast. So grabbing ahold of the phone and keycard I march out of my room and head towards the elevator. Just as the doors are about the close a voice calls out to hold the doors and on instinct I shove my foot between the closing doors and watch as they open back up.
A sense of déjà vu enters my body and as the man with silky, Mulan looking hair enters I giggle to myself and plant my gaze at my feet as the rest of the band enters.
I look up and meet their surprises eyes, I smile sheepishly and shift my weight on to my leg without the purple decor. "We've got to stop meeting like this." I say seriously.
A huff leaves my lips as I'm tackled into a hug by Thomas who wraps his arms around me and squeezes me tight, almost lifting me off the floor.
"I thought you were dead". He says dramatically as I try to pat him on the back. I hum slightly as I think of an answer.
"Yeah, but I couldn't leave you alone to fend for yourself so I crawled all the way back up from hell just for you." I wink to him as he pulls back to take a good look at my face. He smiles before ruffling my hair to which I slap his hand away.
Vic makes her way towards me and clutches me into a tight hug too. "Jesus, you could almost think that we haven't seen each other for years." I laugh as I bury my head in her hair, the smell of a Valentino perfume making its way into my nose.
"Well, we did miss you. And then you slammed the door in our faces." Ethan teases as he watches mine and Vic'a exchange, her still holding onto my body.
