"I like shiny things, but I'd marry you with paper rings
Uh huh, that's right
Darling, you're the one I want, and
I hate accidents except when we went from friends to this"
[SEASON ONE-SIX]
eli moskowitz/hawk x fem!oc
demetri alexoplous x fem!oc x m...
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Martiza and Sunny were buzzing with excitement as they made their way to the roller rink for 80s night, a themed event they had eagerly anticipated. They arrived at the entrance, where the colorful neon lights flickered in the evening darkness. Robby pushed open the double doors, the distinct sound of upbeat 80s music spilling out into the night, instantly setting the tone for a nostalgic evening.
As they stepped inside, the atmosphere enveloped them-skaters gliding across the polished floor, disco balls spinning overhead, casting twinkling reflections all around. Martiza stood out in her vibrant outfit, channeling Cyndi Lauper with a colorful tutu, fishnet stockings, and a playful headband that completed the look. Sunny, dressed as Madonna, wore a lace top and a long, flowing skirt, her hair styled in a wild, voluminous fashion that screamed 80s glam.
"Are you guys sure you're okay with us intruding on your date?" Sunny asked, fidgeting with her fingers nervously. The weight of her question hung in the air, her eyes darting between Robby and Sam.
"No, seriously, it's fine, Sunny," Sam reassured her, a warm smile gracing her lips as she squeezed Robby's hand. Robby nodded in agreement, his demeanor relaxed as he glanced around, taking in the vibrant energy of the rink.
"Don't be a worrywart," Martiza chimed in, playfully smacking Sunny's arm. The gesture was light-hearted, aimed at easing the tension that Sunny seemed to carry.
"I'm gonna go to the bathroom..." Sunny trailed off, her voice tinged with a hint of unease as she moved away from the group, glancing back once before making her way through the bustling crowd.
Sunny navigated through the sea of skaters, the music pulsing through her body. The lively atmosphere was contagious, but a gnawing sense of anxiety followed her. She needed to find the bathroom quickly, her stomach fluttering uncomfortably as she weaved between pairs of skaters, the bright lights flickering above her.
After what felt like an eternity, she spotted a hallway leading away from the main area. With a sigh of relief, she headed toward it, hoping to find the restroom tucked away somewhere out of sight. The hall was dimly lit, and as she walked, she could hear the muffled sounds of laughter and music behind her.
