#::no need to match length! my starters always tend to get longer...setting the mood and such

[liraspins]

@gollldrush asked 📚 lira and leo!

Lira had been eyeing this girl at a party. The place was chaos incarnate: neon lights flickering like they were powered by the sheer audacity of the band, music that sounded like someone had put an angry washing machine in charge of the bassline, and a crowd of people so loud and colorful they made tropical birds look reserved. In other words, a perfect Saturday for Lira. Her pockets jingled with a night’s worth of scam money, half a bag of weed, and some extra kibble for Pontus, who was laying at her feet and periodically eyed the mosh pit. It was mid-sip that she first noticed the girl who was looking more than a little uncomfortable as some guy with the social awareness of a rock yapped at her with the persistence of a malfunctioning car alarm. Lira tried to look away—honestly, she did—but her eyes kept drifting back. Like gravity had decided to get personal.

The girl’s polite smile stretched thinner and thinner, while the guy yammered on, oblivious. Lira let out a long, dramatic sigh, the kind that said, Fine, universe, if you’re going to insist. Weaving through the crowd like a tipsy pinball, Pontus trailing her steps, she tapped the guy on the shoulder, flashing him a smile that was technically polite but carried the distinct aroma of bitch. "Hey man, you look like you could really use a cigarette. Or a walk. Or a long trip off a short pier. Why don't you take five?" The guy blinked, first at her, then at the girl, then Pontus, and lastly at the room as though calculating his odds of coming out of this with his dignity intact. And after muttering something vaguely insulted he wandered off toward the bar. Victory! The brunette grinned at the girl, holding up her empty bottle like a prize. “The trouble with having an open mind,” she said, tone rich with faux-wisdom, “is that people keep trying to put their shit in it.” She raised her bottle in a cheers. “So... Ya here for the music, the beer, or just to see how many bad decisions can fit in one night?”