(milk - the 1975)
Her lips formed a smile. A plastic cup of red wine in her right hand, a cigarette in the other.
Why? She didn't know. Elizabeth hated wine or any fancy drink. Maybe she just needed some alcohol, and for some reason she didn't mind in that moment.
The bottle of wine was standing on the kitchen floor, where they sat. Brad's brown eyes was sparkling in the settled lighting.
"I don't like wine." Brad giggled. He was tipsy - well drunk actually. It was only one bottle of wine, but it was almost empty. Not to mention that they had a bit before.
People was walking by, not really bothering. Two standing in the corner, making out. Brad and Elizabeth didn't mind either.
Brad's pink tinted lips was on the cup, drinking some more. He laughed again, bending back. "I hate it." Elizabeth agreed.
Sitting crossed legged on the black and white checkered tile floor. Spilled wine besides them, but again they didn't mind. Some people stared at them, some didn't really care.
Their eyes often met each other. At that party they were indifferent. They weren't in the mood for stealing directly from people or using them.
"Elizabeth," He drank the rest, placing the plastic cup besides him. "Do you wanna see what they have in another room?" He sounded drunk and slurred.
They stood up, leaving the empty bottle of red wine. Leaving the kitchen. The bedroom they were in afterwards was empty, leaving them alone to search through the room. And they did, finding several of pointless things.
Brad leaned against the drawer, and looked at her. His breathing was slow, and his eyes was resting on her movements. Through his eyes, she looked perfect in that moment. Not that Brad ever thought of her like that, or would say it out loud. But she did.
She didn't notice after a few seconds. Their eyes met, and for some reason they didn't leave each others.
"Finding something good?" He spoke low. She just shook her head. Elizabeth noticed his sparky eyes. He had never looked like that. Never looked at her with that expression.
"Not really. You?" He licked his lips, and stepped closer, but slowly. And he shook his head as well. "No."
They stood in front of each other. Still with their eyes meeting. Brad's eyes flickered between her every flaw. And every flaw was perfect.
"So..." Elizabeth breathed out, and Brad eyes still examined every corner of her face, while she did the same only with his brown eyes. He placed his hands her waist. "What now?"
