I'm Not Leaving // lrh

6 || youngblood

westwood, los angeles
11:45pm

A

"Is the glitter too much?" Jesse asked.

She's sat cross legged in front of the mirrored closet doors, turning around so I can get a good look at the shimmering green and pink sparkles on her cheek bones.

"It's just the right amount of much."

I went back to my own makeup, staring at my reflection in her vanity. I hate looking at myself for too long lately.

I sighed, thickening my winged liner as much as possible. I apply false lashes, wipe off makeup that stained my nose rings, I can never get them all the way clean.

"Have you figured out an outfit?" Jesse asked, strapping her heels and checking the time.

"Nope. Why? Are we late?" I worry, rushing the lipstick while trying not to mess up.

"No, it just started, we have time. I think you should go with that prarie girl dress, it looks so good when you wear the boots." Jesse advises.

My cheeks warm, "I'll wear that some other time."

I don't even know why I packed it if I'm being honest. I just grabbed what I could from the dry cleaning pile in my bedroom and left.

I throw on crocodile skin pants, tightening the leather strings over my abdomen.

"How many crocs had to die for this Mar?" Jesse pouts.

"Just one." I chirp.

"Shit I hate lace." I admit, removing the god forsaken fabric of my bralette ever so carefully so I don't rip my piercing out of my flesh oh so savagely.

Jesse giggled, taking selfies, "What? Why?"

"My nipple ring gets stuck in it." I admit making us both erupt in laughter.

"Serves you right." She teases, then her eyes widen when she gets a good look at my outfit.

"Okay. Is that another napkin you're wearing as a top?" She asks, taking in the simple flap of silk over my breasts.

"Too much?" I ask, looking over my shoulder in the mirror.

Hm.

That's a lot of back, I think.

I haven't been to a release party in ages. How do you dress for them?

How do you dress for the release party of your ex boyfriends band's new album? What do you wear? A potato sack?

"More like not enough."

"Shit. Do I? Change?" I panic.

"No! I meant it in a good way!"

"Hand me my heels will you?" I chuckle.

"Are we getting drunk tonight?" Jesse asks, standing next to me and recording an Instagram story with me conveniently out of frame.

"If we aren't, I don't want to go." I say.

I really don't know how I'm supposed to get through tonight without drinking.

"Ah, I'm so glad you said that because I've had a bottle of tequila in the freezer. Y'know. Liquid courage for ya." She chuckles, running into the kitchen to grab it.

"Oh yeah I'm sure it was for me." I joke.

Jesse wore a pair of checkered pants and a low cut green top, making the green in her eyes more prominent. She could totally play Poison Ivy in a movie or something.