The evening of the 31st of December, Lizzie and I spent sitting on the floor of my bedroom getting ready for a party we had been invited to by Emily. Liz was dressed in a pair of black wide-legged trousers, a matching waistcoat and a really oversized red leather jacket while I was wearing a white and blue striped shirt that I had somewhat shoplifted unintentionally from the men's pj section of the local Primark, a huge black belt that cinched in at my waist as well as a pair of fishnet tights that were ripped between my thighs from the last time I was wearing them and Lizzie and I got a little excited in the club. Speaking of Lizzie, she had been very focused on trying to perfect her eyeliner for the last 30 minutes, The Last Dinner Party playing in the background.
"Are you going to help me or just watch me?" she asked with a smile in the reflection of my full-length mirror.
"Watch you," I smirked.
"Fuck you; come and help me," she giggled, turning around and holding her eyeliner out toward me.
"Hang on let me finish my lips," I laughed, applying the last of my lip liner before moving over to my girlfriend who was watching me with a smile.
"Hey," she beamed as I sat down on her lap, my legs wrapping around her body.
"Hi," I smiled, taking the eyeliner from her hand and looking at her eyes, "what the fuck have you done?"
"I don't know," she giggled, "it's so much harder than it looks."
"What do you want me to do?" I asked.
"Can you do it like yours?" she smiled softly, looking at my flicked-up wings on the corner of my eyes.
I nodded softly and placed one hand on the side of her head to push her hair out of her face and used the other to apply the wings, effortlessly with the first swoop. Lizzie closed her eyes for about 20 seconds until I hummed a yes and closed the eyeliner again.
"Done," I smiled, pecking her lips.
"Already? That was really fast."
"I am the definition of speed," I smirked, "are you almost ready? Emily said to get there for 10.30."
"Do you think the girls will be there?" Liz asked when I climbed off her to grab my bag as we had forgone coats this evening for the hassle of carrying them around.
"I doubt it, but I suppose they might be - I'll fight a bitch if I have to," I smirked, throwing her my lip gloss to apply after I had finished with it.
She laughed out her nose, applying it on her own lips and then putting it in my bag for me, placing her hands on my hips and looking up at me sweetly.
"I love you," she smiled.
"I love you too," I smirked, pecking her lips a few times before pulling her into a tight hug, "ready to get hammered?"
"I have some coke if you're down?" She replied.
"Like ... Coca Cola?" I asked slowly, already knowing the answer.
"More like the white powder," she giggled, "if you don't want to, we don't have to."
"I'm down," I nodded.
She smiled slowly and grabbed my hand, leading me toward the kitchen where she pulled a small bag out from her bra.
"Has that been in there this entire time?" I giggled.
She nodded with a smirk and flicked it with the end of her finger, "can we do it off the kitchen side?"
"Yeah," I laughed, "why do you just have a bag of coke?"
"For occasions like this where I need a bag of coke," she giggled, "I don't do it often, maybe once every few months."
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Fade Into You
Fanfiction"Are you about to kiss me?" Lizzie whispered. "Do you want me to kiss you?" I asked, a small smile on my lips as we sat much too close for this to be anything else. She exhaled out of her nose and shrugged her shoulders, "I don't know if I like girl...
