That One Letter. Larissa Weems x Reader

Chapter 59- Her True Colours

   "Two Margaritas please!" Marilyn kindly said to the bartender as you awkwardly stood beside her already regretting your decisions. "I really don't think this will help..." You quietly said, your eyes already set on the exit of the club. "Y/n...trust me you will enjoy it." Thornhill quickly replied, already using this chance to ghost her hands over your shoulders and neck. You believed that you would enjoy it, enjoy it far too much that tomorrow you would regret it with all of your heart and soul. "Come... let's find us a table." She gave you your drink before gently taking your arm and leading you across the club for a free spot even tho you were ready to sit at the bar where there were other people around you. 

   "Alright, I think this will be the perfect spot." She happily cheered as her hands were already winding around your waist and lightly pushing for you to sit down. You hated how touchy she was, especially now placing her hands on your body as if you two were more than friends. "Isn't this a little too far from other people?" You noticed that the spot she had picked was in such a specific location, so far away from people. "Don't be silly. It is perfect! No one will disturb us here." "What would they be disturbing?" You awkwardly laughed not completely getting her intentions.

   "Well...I would like to hear more about the things that have been going on, maybe I can give some closure on it." She scooched closer to you, your thighs touching each other, and her arms already playing with your hair. "I-I don't know..." You murmured as you tried unnoticeably to slide away from her, but the second she didn't feel your leg beside hers she almost instantly came closer. "Alright, we don't need to talk about it...I think I have heard enough to understand that Larissa Weems is a terrible human being!" She scolded while sliding the drink closer to you.

   "She is not a bad person...or at least I think not." You sighed. The second you thought about Larissa sleeping together with the soulless woman named Morticia, your hand reached for the drink. "That's it...forget about your pain, live in the moment dear." A light tap came on your back as you took a sip of the refreshing drink that at the same time gave you a pleasant burn in the throat. "God I missed this..." Sometimes alcohol gave you the same feeling as an orgasm but nothing was better than the ones Larissa made you reach.

   "But I'm not having more than two or three." You strictly noted to Marilyn but it was more meant to yourself as you were the one who made the decision anyway. "Whatever you say." She chuckled almost as if she knew it wasn't true, but you promised yourself that today you won't get drunk.

   After your second drink, you excused yourself to the bathroom because the awkward tension between you and Marilyn was just too much for you to bear. Almost all of the time she tried to get closer to you whether it was by her scootching closer or playing with your hair while you stupidly kept looking at the drink that got emptier by the second.

   "This woman is driving me insane..." You murmured to yourself while you sat on the toilet trying to drag the time so you wouldn't have to go back out there to face Thornhill. But after 10 minutes of reading the notes and texts, that other people had left in the bathroom stall you understood that you couldn't hide here forever, so you fixed up your skirt and exited the stall only to be greeted by Marilyn herself.

   "You were here for way too long and I just got worried." She threw the explanation in your face right away, even before you could ask. "Well...I'm fine." Not even sharing another glance towards her you went to go wash your hands. The second you passed her you could swear you felt how her hand brushed against the hem of your shirt and her eyes stared at you the whole time you were slightly bent over to reach the sink that was too low for your height. This was sickening for you, the way Marilyn was acting was disgusting because she knew where you had set the boundaries which she was clearly crossing.