[ 𝙇𝘼 𝙉𝙊𝙎𝙏𝘼𝙇𝙂𝙄𝙀 ] ᯼ ✔

𝐕𝐈.

[A/n: Happy reading! ]

TW: Mature Langauge

[ Crystal ]

We started off strangers in your engagement party. Danced and drunk the night away. Creating an undeniable tension in between grinds. I loved how your lips felt on my skin. We both knew it was bad. Knew extremely well it could only end in fire.

But you inhaled me like a narcotic. Feasted on me like you were under the influence. You knew I was better than air. Was I actually better? You tell me.

°°-"A Goode Time"-°°

[A/n: pun intended]

"Tell me why we're throwing this party again??", Daya whined. Perched upon a ladder, installing the streamers to the window sill.

"Why are you even asking? You were the one who suggested we throw a fucking party.", Lux made a sense of her, inspecting the cooler, glimpsing if they had enough drinks. Daegen quietly rinsing the windows in the living room, as Crystal readied a container filled to the brim with tortillas and chips. "Rhythm Of The Night", subtly playing in their stereo in the background. Crystal was wordlessly and funkily lip-syncing to the beat without a care in the world. Crashing the realism in her private performance. She just wished to dance and have fun on her day off at work, that's why she approved to lend her house for a night to those freaky hoes, she calls her friends.

Crystal examined her work of art. But something was missing. Strolling all the way from the living room to the kitchen. Opening the fridge and looking for a specific item. But can't seem to find what she was looking for. The chatter between the women continued in the background. Interrupted by Crystal's high pitched voice.

"Betty?? Where did you put the maple syrup?", Crystal exclaimed and questioned her friend, Daya immediately went silent and still as glass. All three of the girls facepalmed in unison. Already knowing where Daya put the syrup at; her stomach.

"She disposed of the corpse, let it slide through the bin.", Lux cracked up it off. Evidently and mercilessly heckling Daya. For everyone who didn't already understand, Daya was a diabetic. As maple syrup is the only sweet condiment she can slurp up without suffering a stroke mere seconds later, she annihilates the holy confection. Once lost bottles of sugar-free sweets and empty plates can be found everywhere in Crystal's flat. Daya was an authentic faux-glucose hog and a party girl, at that. But she would only eat Crystal's syrups, not hers or their other friends. Which Crystal found ostensibly outrageous. Daegen was a simple and healthful lifestyle woman, putting together beneficial milkshakes for her friends from time to time. Daya, of course, hogging all the glucose and gluten-free for herself.

"DAYA!!! This is the seventh time this week! And it's only Wednesday!!!!", Crystal protested in a lofty say.

"Oops?", Daya squeaked an anxious chuckle and went back into overhauling the décor. Completely soaked in apprehensive sweat. Crystal entirely annoyed that another bottle went empty after countless others. The other three giggling as Crystal fumed with animosity. It was adorable to see Crystal disgruntled, as she never does unless it's something she loved taken away from her. She very much loves her sweets, among others. Silence filled the air. The dead twilight outside taking over the interior.