sloane's study abroad mix

green light // owen denvir

Sloane headed over to her room to start getting ready for her first night out in Belfast. As she opened the door, she heard a loud thud.

"Hey, are you ok—? Oh shit! Sorry!"

There Oliver was, shirtless and screaming.

"Ye- yeah I'm okay! Just hit my bloody toe on the table!"

"I'll come back..."

"No worries, love. Please", as he gestured for Sloane to enter the room.

She tried making as little eye contact as possible or else she'd probably get mesmerized by him. There was no need for distractions at the moment. All she was trying to do was get ready.

Sloane put her hair up in a top knot to get the hair out of her face and also knew that it would later create effortless waves once she took it down after getting ready. She rummaged through her clothes, trying to find the perfect outfit for her first night out. Natalia mentioned to her that tonight wouldn't be as wild as usual since they knew Sloane was still somewhat tired from her travels, Colm had to head to school to prep for orientation, and Natalia had to wake up early for her internship. However, she told her that they'd go crazy when the weekend came around.

Sloane romanticized the 1970s due to her love for the music, movies, decor, and clothing from that era and it was evident within her current belongings, especially since she shops second hand consistently. She opted for a brown lace bralette, burnt orange chiffon long sleeve blouse with a low cut neckline, and a paisley patterned skirt that featured warm tones of peach, brown, and orange. The skirt's length ended at her calves, perfect to show off one of her favorite pairs of shoes. They were these medium brown ankle boots with dark brown block heels. Sloane placed her white fringe leather jacket beside her as she sat on Oliver's bed while applying her makeup. She swiped burnt orange eyeshadow on her eyelids, a little bit of mascara, dewy highlighter, and lip gloss. She finished by removing her bun, running her hair through her fingers to adjust her hair into place.

"You look great", she heard from across the room. Sloane turned around to see Oliver, standing in the doorframe. She caught herself staring at him, eyeing the fact that his top two buttons of his beige corduroy button up were unbuttoned. He wore dark washed jeans, black high top converse, a black beret with a leather trim, and a thin gold chain. She snapped out of it by impulsively touching the necklace on his chest, acting as if that was the reason for the long stare.

"Thanks, Oli. You're not too shabby yourself.
Do you ever take this necklace off?"

He looked at her confused. "Uh, not really. I inherited it from my mum and have been wearing it since I was a kid."

Sloane removed her hand from his necklace and reached to her neck. She brushed her fingers along her gold necklace.

"I was just wondering because my grandma gave me this when I was young too and have worn it ever since as well. I think it's so special that we have inherited it from our families instead of the popularized chains that people buy for themselves. Plus, we don't have to worry about our necks turning green."

Oliver chuckles and leaned in closer, resting his hand over hers that was still on her necklace. Moving his eyes off of the necklace to meet her eyes, he replied,
"No green necks here. I think it's special too. And the necklace looks beautiful on you."

Sloane felt entranced by his response and stare. But she did not want to get romanticize the moment or get the wrong impression, so she decided to play it off.

Walking towards her luggage, she remarked,
"Oh and I love the beret, by the way. I guess together we have a beret collection", raising the 5 berets in her hand that she pulled out from her suitcase.