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𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄

𝐏 𝐑 𝐎 𝐋 𝐎 𝐆 𝐔 𝐄
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     SHILOH MUNROE found herself on one of the many couches of the Washington Lodge, a glass of whiskey held tightly in her hand and slowly warming in temperature.

     She watched from the corner as her friends mingled together, laughing more the higher their intoxication grew.

     Shiloh found herself glaring at her brother, Mike, from across the room. Their argument was still fresh on her mind, the open wound pulsating more with every smile he'd perform.

     She didn't hate that her brother was having fun, not at all. She hated that her brother could laugh so easily with the black haired girl on his arm, as if he hadn't shown interest in sleeping with the blonde across from them.

     Emily Davis wasn't Shiloh's favorite person, she was actually far from it, but no one deserved a slur of reassuring lies pouring from unfaithful lips.

     Her stare of despise was cut short, the blinding flash of a camera causing her to jump in her spot on the couch. With small white dots blurring her vision, she shot a glare toward the camera holder—one of her best friends, Beth.

     "Don't look at me like that," the ravenette chuckled, lowering the camera in front of her. "You've been glaring at Mike for, like, twenty minutes."

     Shiloh sighed, leaning back comfortably into the black leather couch. She stared toward the ceiling, disregarding her friend as she took a seat beside her; the wind outside was beginning to pick up its pace, howling louder the more the sun went down.

     She'd made the realization that the group had started drinking quite early, the vivid memory of Josh Washington shouting "It's five o'clock somewhere!" echoing through her skull.

     In reality, it was three in the afternoon when they'd started.

     With a deep breath, Shiloh placed her half-empty glass onto the coaster beside her before turning to face her beanie-clad best friend. "Hey, wanna go to the ski lifts? Get away from the future alcoholics over there?"

     Beth chuckled, "I think Josh is well beyond the future alcoholic title." With a nod, she stood to her feet, "Let me tell Hannah and Sam that we're heading out. Meet you out front?"

      "Yeah, sounds good." She smiled, standing to her feet as well. The two girls went their separate ways, both leaving to grab their heavier jackets before going outside.

On her journey to her room, she passed by a large window by the stairs; a silhouetted blur caught her attention from her peripherals, and she found herself freezing in place.

Shiloh turned to fully face the window, narrowing her eyes in hopes her obsidian gaze will find whatever it was that she'd just seen.

     The world beyond the glass was peaceful, the wind slowing its pace every so often and allowing the view before her to resemble a painting. Thick blankets of snow covered the flora around them, twinkling subtly in the light of the setting sun; she wanted to enjoy this trip, she truly did, but being stuck with some members of the group downstairs had proven that to be more irksome than she'd anticipated.