𝐓𝐈𝐆𝐄𝐑 , 𝐣𝐨𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐰

𝐎𝐍𝐄

this man is a different type of sexy
dmdjskwkrifiidskekdn
the fingers... wow.
the smirk AHH

𝐓𝐈𝐆𝐄𝐑
drunk tweets , chapter one

𝐀 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐖𝐀𝐕𝐄 of the clean and crisp air that circulated your condo smacked you in the face. the drops of sweat that were created by the california sun beaming down on you had evaporated into thin air.

you took a long, much needed, deep breath and shut the door. kicking your shoes off and marched into the kitchen, setting your belonging that filled your arms onto the marble counter before standing openmindedly into the fridge, hoping maybe something would jump out at you but, no luck.

with a sigh of defeat you closed the fridge door and descended the stairs down to the basement to get the freshly dried clothes from the dryer. hugging them close to your face, soaking up the warmth.

you returned to the main floor, stopping momentarily to thing about your next move. thinking about whether or not showering now rather than later would be a better option.

after a few moments of contemplating you decided to shower now, to pass some time. it was only around four and no one was coming until at least seven so you had some time to waste.

and after showering, getting dressed, doing your hair, makeup and taking a few breaks in between to clean or just scroll through your phone it was now around eight.

it had became at tradition in your friend group to chose an activity every friday night and this weeks was a small get together at your house. the main plan was to get wasted and do whatever our non-sober minds came to.

you poured yourself your very first glass of malibu of the night, shutting your eyes and taking a small sip, savoring the sweet yet strong taste.