"AHH. ANGEL, OUR DARLING. HAVE YOU FOUND THE BALLS TO KILL YOURSELF YET, OR DO YOU NEED A LITTLE PUSH?" Lex's eyes widened as he laughed, he threw himself on the couch and watched while the girl downed the rest of the bottle in her hand."Unobtainable but pining over the new boy? I'm right here, darling. Ready when you are!" The drunken fool purred. "Please break my heart!"
"You sound stupid, Lex." The girl uttered, Inez couldn't find it in herself to care anymore than that, she instead settled down on the roof of Shab's parent's house.
After listening to Lex shit on not only her, but anybody who walked past— she needed a moment of peace.
She watched the streets for people passing, no specific reason, just a way for time to elapse. Her drunken self giggled when an angry looking Marcus stormed out of the party.
Inez threw her head around in search for something to throw and was severely disappointed when there was nothing in sight. Her eyes travelled down her leg, then towards the boy who had paused in the middle of the street.
It hasn't occurred to her how she'd get her shoe back but, that didn't stop her from slipping it off of her foot, aiming at the boy's head before she'd perfectly threw it at him.
Marcus turned around ready to kill someone, his face contorted into a look of confusion when nobody was directly behind him.
"I didn't say 'thank you' for saving my life earlier!" He looked up, following the sound of her voice and visibly softened at her sight. "Thank you!" Inez giggled, drunkenly shifting side to side on her feet.
"Angel, stay there!" Marcus ordered out of concern, picking up her shoe and running towards the house. "How'd you get up there?"
Inez pointed at an open window a little further up, looking back down at him with a wide smile.
Eventually he found his way up. Marcus was hunched over slightly, watching his steps as he made sure he didn't lose his footing, Inez was far too indulged in her conversation with the sky to notice him coming.
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