Ronance one shots

Party(smut)

For someone who's attended her fair share of high-school parties-courtesy of one 'King Steve' and their torrid, thankfully amicably ended relationship-Nancy is surprised to find herself somewhat enjoying this one.

She'd been hesitant when Robin had first brought it up. A band party, she'd thought, sceptical to the extreme. Images of awkward card games and limited alcohol and shitty music had sprung to mind, nothing like the parties she'd attended on Steve's arm (which, if she really thinks about it, might not have been a bad thing-the last party they'd gone to together hadn't exactly been a blast).

"I don't know, Robbie." She'd said, using the nickname to try and soften the blow, reluctant to shatter the gleaming in hope in her girlfriend's eyes. Because much as she loves Robin, band is her thing, not Nancy's. The party would surely be full of her friends, playing music Nancy had probably never heard of. Plus, Nancy could use the night away from her to start planning the surprise road trip she'd been talking about with Steve for Robin's birthday.

But Robin had pouted and Robin had persuaded, in that adorably excited way of hers, promising that it would be a fun night out, and that the second Nancy wanted to leave they would.

"Also, it'd be our first party together. As a couple." This part Robin had spoken softly, looking at Nancy with such love in her eyes that, god, she'd just had to lean over and kiss her, and Nancy had found herself agreeing.

So, here she stands. A band party. And it's actually pretty good, she has to admit.

She'd been expecting a maximum of twenty, maybe thirty people, but the house (belonging to one of Robin's bandmates whose name Nancy can't remember) is packed, and not just with members of the school band. There are kids from all different cliques, jocks dancing with science nerds, bookworms playing beer pong with the Mathletes. It's a real melting-pot, a lot friendlier than any party Nancy's attended before-those she'd been to in her sophomore and junior years had always held a certain air of hostility, like if she made one wrong move, said the wrong thing to the wrong person, she'd be made a social pariah in the blink of an eye.

The music is decent, too. There've been a couple of songs Nancy couldn't name for the life of her, but most of it is the popular stuff she listens to on the radio. And people are dancing, no awkward card games in sight, and all in all, she's been having a great time.

Her and Robin had arrived about an hour after the party started and had immediately been greeted by Eddie (who Nancy didn't know was in band until, like, half an hour ago, despite having literally fought for their lives together) and Steve, whom Eddie had invited. They'd chatted with the boys, had a few drinks, danced together. Nancy is having the time of her life, if she's honest.

Well, she had been. Up until Vickie Harris decided to start flirting with her girlfriend.

Robin had gone with Eddie to get more drinks for the four of them about ten minutes ago, and whilst Eddie had returned to her and Steve, Robin had not. Nancy had been confused, looking around trying to locate Robin, worried she might have gotten lost in the sea of people, before her eyes had landed on a flash of irritatingly familiar red hair and her concerned frown had dropped into a cold glare.

Robin hadn't got lost. Robin had just been waylaid by the one person who can make Nancy see red in a matter of seconds. Fucking Vickie.

Nancy can see them now from where she's posted up against the wall with the boys, can see Robin chatting away to the redhead as Vickie stares up at her girlfriend like she's seeing the sun for the first fucking time. And it's not like she can really blame her-Robin's amazing, Nancy knows-but that's not the point.

The point is, Robin is hers. She's hers, goddamnit. And Nancy's never been a particularly possessive person, nor has jealousy ever really troubled her, but Vickie just pushes her buttons in a way she's never experienced before.