#╰ thread ♡ ellie moore

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@angelsdvsts liked this post for a closed starter ♡ plot: in source ! muse: isabella “ellie” moore. 21-23. sorority member/student. 

although ellie would never admit it, she lived for the days that they met up without cassie. she loved her — they were best friends, after all. that was the only reason ellie continued to mention cassie's crush despite her own growing one. "i know you're tired of me mentioning it but... cassie would kill me if i didn't invite you to the mixer our sorority is hosting. we all have to dress up, so she'll look extra cute."

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ellie practically beamed up at him, excitement shooting through her. “pizza’s cool with me. so is walking.” she nodded, trying to sound blasé, as though it didn’t matter to her. turns out, it’s easy to sound like that when the person she desperately wanted to spend time with holding her hand. “you can have it back once there aren’t a billion eyes on us.” not that she cared about what people thought, but the situation felt delicate. there was no use flaunting their hand holding in front of a crowd of drunken party goers — not when she wasn’t even sure if anything would come of it. for all she knew, they could share a meal and aiden could realize how utterly nerdy ellie was. her carriage could turn into a pumpkin at midnight and he could be left disappointed — it was all too new to understand yet. pushing her way out of the room, ellie realized how secure their bubble was in the kitchen. eyes immediately followed her as she silently guided aiden out of his own frat house. she tried not to pay too much attention — knowing that it likely felt like everyone was staring when in actuality, no one cared who either of them left with that much. when she got to the front porch, ellie bounded down the steps before turning to face aiden. she held her hand back out as promised, her grin never faltering. “lead the way. i expect the full uber driver experience, even though we’re walking. feel free to overshare or promote your multiple side gigs to me, but know you run the risk of getting a shitty rating if you do.”

“ too late. “ honestly, he was a little surprised that she would blow off a study group just to hang out with him. no wonder her sorority sisters thought he was bad news. they probably saw him as a threat to her grades. which was stupid considering he did his fair share of studying most nights but, of course, others only saw what they wanted when it came to him. “ wow, i was just about to ask the same thing. “ the idea of getting out of there was in the back of his mind, given that he didn’t want to spend his entire night in the stuffy kitchen, knowing that he would get called out by his brothers soon enough for just standing there instead of partaking in all the party games. but, as fun as beer pong, and kings sounded — he really wasn’t in the mood, and kind of just wanted to spend the night getting to know her a little more. dark orbs drop down to her extended hand, smirking slightly as he takes it in his, and helps her down from the counter, trying not to zone in on how nice her hand felt in his. “ you cool with pizza? there’s a place within walking distance if that’s okay. “ he only had one other drink before she got there, and the one he just shared with her was kind of strong so, he didn’t feel a hundred percent comfortable driving anywhere out of the way. he starts to walk backwards through the kitchen, facing her only to realize that he’s still holding her hand, tugging her along. “ shit — “ he quickly drops her hand, fingers moving awkwardly through his curls. “ — guess you need that back, huh? “ 

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closed starter for @thesmuttygazette ♡ plot in source !

"i'm sorry to just show up like this." ellie stood on their front step, eyes fixed on the door that was only open a crack. "am i interrupting something? do you... are you with someone? i can go." she squeaks out but makes no effort to move from the stoop. "i got into a fight with my boyfriend. a big one. i didn't know where else to go."

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ellie nodded enthusiastically, excited that he’d agreed to play for her. it reminded her of high school — when ellie was teaching herself guitar and christian kindly told her all the things she was doing wrong. she missed bonding over it — their shared love of creativity. he was always the first person she’d turn to if there was a story banging around in her head, ready to get out. “please play me something. are you… how long are you in town for?” if he’d moved back, she was sure she’d hear about it. “i don’t have a lot going on this week if you want to come over?” it was innocent enough, but ellie knew what she was saying. what she was implying by inviting him. “thank you.” ellie grinned at the compliment. then, in typical ellie style, she deflected it with a teasing edge to her voice. “you’re a bit biased, though. maybe if the new york times said that to me…”

life after her wasn’t really worth much, it just went along one day after the other. he became more cold towards people, more distant — only being in a handful of relationships after her, the rest were just hook ups, something to pass by his time. it was hard realizing that maybe a piece of his heart would always belong to her, despite where they were in life. “mean, i was in a rock band for a couple months,” he chuckles at the thought, “but then settled with my art… but if you really want me to play you something i can.” he could never say no to her, no matter how hard he tried. leaning against the palm of his hand, eyes darts over towards features — brows quirking a bit at the suggestion for her second book. smile growing upon lips at how similar situation was, “well, whenever the second book comes just know i’ll be first in line to purchase.” haven’t read her first book, but now he intended to. “you’ve always had such an imagination, it’s beautiful really.. how you can articulate it into words.”

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ellie tilted her head, rubbing her thumb along her jawline, as though she was weighing their options. obviously she was going to say yes to any compromise corrine threw her way. “i guess��” she lasted for two seconds before she broke out into a grin. “a pillow fort sounds perfect.” ellie nodded, taking a step towards corrine’s bed to grab a few pillows. “thank you. one day, i promise i’ll get over the haunted room.”

the blonde femme couldn’t help the soft chuckle that escaped her at the others words. a perfectly waxed brow raised, orbs never leaving her friend — her best friend. “ oh don’t be like that. ” she whined, digits slid through her long blonde hair, teeth pulled on her bottom lip. while she didn’t care to share her bed, she did care about the femme. “ what if we make a pillow fort in the living room? instead of sharing my bed… ”

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ellie let out a laugh at his reaction, taking another sip for herself. now that she took the time to really taste it, the brunette winced. turning to set the solo cup on a counter, she matched his expression. “it does have a cough syrup aftertaste.” giving him a gentle shove at the mention of pizza toppings, ellie started toward the back door. “what do you think i am? an amateur?” despite the fact that ellie very much so was an amateur, she had plenty of sisters that weren't. when she mentioned inviting aiden to an event, they took care of the rest. from picking up natty ice, to inviting their own frat connections — her sister’s wanted him to feel comfortable. “we have a ton of super cheap, frat boy approved beer.” ellie crouched down, tugging at the lid of the cooler. grabbing a handful of a shitty beers, she stood before guiding them farther into the backyard. she passed over an unopened can as she walked, bare feet crunching the leaves in the grass. “there's a swing in the back. and a hammock. and some folding chairs.” ellie grinned up at him, balancing the extra drinks in her arm as she counted the places off. “here at alpha delta pi, we have options when it comes to lounging. where do you think you'll enjoy drinking cheap beer with me the most?"

well, her explanation would explain why it was pink. though, that wasn’t the reason why he was questioning it. he just knew that mixed drinks that looked like that typically had a lot of booze in it. and though, he was no stranger to getting fucked up — he didn’t really want to do that here. not when he was kind of trying to impress her. another sigh escapes him when she continues to insist, and without another thought, he takes the plastic cup back from her hand and brings it up to his lips, taking a long sip of the sugary concoction. “ hmm, it tastes like cough syrup. “ nose scrunches as he hands her back the cup, quiet laugh falling from his lips. “ grouchy, unadventurous frat boy? hey — remember who made you try something other than pepperoni on a pizza. “ he teases, taking a step in the direction of where the promised cooler was, ushering her to follow. “ you get the frat boy special? you know, the super cheap stuff that you know we love. “ 

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brody was right about one thing — people did change. the ellie he knew in high school easily would’ve let someone like brody railroad her with insults instead of sticking up for herself. that wasn’t who she was anymore. they hadn’t talked in years. as far as ellie was concerned, she had nothing to lose. “so what?" she asked, an incredulous laugh leaving her lips. “who cares if i cared about you more than you did me? that's not a bad thing to me. it wasn’t a competition.” at the mention of a crush, ellie hesitated. there was no point of her backing down — not now. if she was going to be raw and exposed, it might as well be with someone who may never speak to her again. “what if i did? wouldn’t that just be the wildest thing ever? if me, a boy crazy teenager, had a crush on you. the guy who asked me wear his jersey to games and would skip out on afterparties because he knew i didn’t want to go. the guy who was at my house every single night — regardless of if it was game day or not. that’d be so sad because that incredible guy has done nothing but ghost me and blow me off since then. if i had a crush on you, you would look like a real fuckin’ asshole right now.” ellie's stare was hard, taking a few steps towards him before crossing her arms over her chest. “thank god i didn’t, right?”

he looks away, jaw tightening as her words hang in the air. she's right — she had been somebody. an important somebody. that's one of the main reasons it's like this today. " we're not in high school anymore, ellie. people change. i changed. " it's said like it's something for the better, but his changes have made him cold, distant. detached in a lot of ways. the only booming part of his life is his career, and that's because he's devoted every breathing moment to hocky, his passion for as long as he can remember, now his only main outlet. he can't open up, tell her why he now keeps everyone at arms length. so he acts like this instead. the asshole a role he's taken a little too well too. " maybe you should let it go. it's beginning to sound like i was way more important to you than you ever were to me. " harsh, he knows. secretly aches his chest to say it out loud because it isn't true. but he hopes it'll make her see he isn't worth the energy. " did you have a little crush, is that it ? " teases, smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth as he attempts to keep up the carefree act.

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oh my god, ellie thought as the man in front of her pulled out his phone to show off pictures of his truck. she was desperate to get out of this. she needed an escape, fast. she glanced around, searching the room for any excuse to leave. she'd tried explaining that her friends were waiting, but this guy just kept talking over her. "i should really get back..." ellie cut herself off, eyes widening as olivia approached them. "baby!" she let out a laugh, pure relief bubbling up inside of her as olivia spoke. "i made a friend — we got caught up debating ford vs. chevy." she shrugged, as though she'd usually have that conversation. she waved goodbye to the unbearable hank and followed the other, pulling olivia into a hug the second they stopped walking. "that guy was the fucking worst, liv. i didn't fear for my life or anything, but he was so boring. every time i tried to leave, he just kept talking. i couldn't even get my phone out to text you. thank you."

open to woman/enby romantically, anyone platonically. muse: olivia warren. 25 years old. lesbian. she/her. only fans creator. plot: you’re my best friend / wingman and this horrible, obnoxious human being has been hitting on me for an hour and wont take the hint so you come up and act as if we're together.

"hey baby, who's this? you promised me one more drink and then we'd dance! sorry —  excuse us." olivia offers a fake smile to the reason her friend had been gone from their table for so long before she turns on her heel and grasps their hand to tug them back in the direction she'd come from. "i hope you weren't into that... looked like you were inching off the barstool so much i thought you were gonna fall off."

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"can you stop making it into such a thing?" ellie practically hissed, closing rylan's textbook with a thud. her voice was low, despite them being in her dorm room with the door closed. no one could hear them, nor would anyone besides him likely actually care. "it's not like i haven't had the opportunity. men are fools — i could've lost it plenty of times if i lacked self-respect. i just want it to be with someone i'm friends with. not just a random hookup."

“    you    can’t    just    tell    me    you’d    never    been    fucked    and    expect    me    to    just    go    back    to    fucking    math    work    [    !    ]    ”

open to f

plot : my muse is failing ( in college ) and yours is tutoring them, and s*x happened to come up !

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ellie desperately wanted to understand where skylar was coming from. she nodded along at the other’s words before immediately shaking her head at her next words. “do you want me to give in and agree, sky? you’ve given me a lot of very vague reasons why we won’t work.” she tilted her head, eyes drifting to the other’s lips as her tongue peeked out. “tell me you don’t feel anything for me and i’ll go. tell me you don’t want me to kiss you and i’ll leave right now. we can go back to how things used to be, but you have to say it first.”

the petite femme sighed , if only it would be the easy . she couldn't help but think to herself . skylar was usually so good about never letting anyone in . but the other somehow got past the walls that the young decker had worked so hard to build . ──── ❛ yeah i do think it'd be easier but not that it'd be easy to do . ❜ she tried to explain her complicated thought process . tongue slid along her lower petal , a sharp breath stuck in the back of her throat . ──── ❛ it's not that i don't want you ... just , i ... we can't do this . ❜

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ellie couldn’t argue. she had been standing on the front steps for a while, trying to psych herself up before going inside. she told herself that she couldn’t cling onto her sisters, that if she was going specifically to see aiden, she had to make the effort. that’s what scared her most. putting herself out there only to be rejected. she never had to be the one to grab somebody’s attention. in the past, anyone she was with sought her out despite her quiet nature. “since right now.” she doesn’t mention that her friends did say worse. that more than anything, they worried that ellie would get played. she watched him take another sip as she wondered if this was a moment — sharing a drink, hanging out in a kitchen alone. “maybe?” ellie gripped the edge of the counter, grimacing as she looked up at aiden. “i wanted to hang out.” she shrugged, acting as though it was no big deal. as though she missed sessions all the time. “don’t let it go to your head.” the drink was making her feel lighter, more honest. ellie nodded as she took the cup. she held up two fingers, and pinched them together, indicating a little bit. as she tilted the drink up to finish it off, she weighed her options. she stacked his empty cup in hers, sliding off the counter to put them in an overflowing trash can. “any chance you’ll leave with me? as much as i’ve loved getting the frat party experience, i’m starving." she stood in front of aiden, holding her hand out to him. "all will be forgiven if you pay for dinner.”

 “ what — was the other ten percent spent on the other side of the door, debating if you should even come in? “ it was strange how just minutes ago he was trying to get her to leave but now, he couldn’t think of a reason why he would want that. it felt nice having her there with him, and being able to get to know what she was about because clearly, there was more to her than just being a part of a sorority. she wasn’t like the rest of them, and that’s why she had seemed to captivate him so easily. “ oh, i can’t? since when is that a rule? “ he chuckles, once again allowing her to take the cup from his hand, watching as she adds even more of her sprite to dilute the liquor in his cup. “ yeah, that’s so crazy. “ he can’t help but mock her words back to her, a teasing smirk pulling at his lips. “ me? a distraction? — i mean, i’ve been called worse. “ he shrugs, reaching forward to grab his cup from her hands so he could take another sip, feeling the liquor start to slowly loosen him up and put him at ease. “ “that’s not what you did, is it? you didn’t blow off a study session to come here. “ given that a majority of her sisters were here, he figured that it was a lie but, then again, a study session at the end of the week wasn’t exactly unheard of either. “ yeah, i was kind of being a dick, wasn’t i? “  he takes another drink, and even though there’s only a few sips left, he still finds himself offering it to her, in case she wants to be the one to finish it off. “ anything i can do to make it up to you? "

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she nodded, a nonchalant shrug taking over as the realization of what she said sank in. she didn’t know aiden that well but the girls talked about him enough that she felt like she did. whether he was a good guy or not, she’d fallen for the aiden effect. she wasn’t the first and surely wouldn’t be the last. it was a silly, foolish crush — one that needed to be nipped in the bud immediately. it was hard to turn her feelings off, especially while she was in his orbit. she shook her head at his question, a small smile on her face. “it probably helps that i’ve spent ninety percent of it in here with you.” her eyes follow his drink as aiden takes another zip. if she didn’t know any better, she’d think he was sipping nervously. “you can’t copy my answers.” she takes his drink again, stealing another long sip. it only tasted a bit better than it did a minute ago. ellie was such a lightweight, she already felt looser from the stolen sips. she pours a final splash of sprite into aiden’s drink before setting her solo cup aside. “that’s so crazy — i have dark hair and i’ll happily put you in your place.” ellie teases, swinging her legs as she continues softly. “they told me that you’d be a distraction. that wanting to spend time with you would cause me to do things that are… out of character. like blowing off a study session to come here.” with another sip of his drink, ellie held the cup out to him. “you should also be stoked that i didn’t take your shit. otherwise, i would’ve left the second you asked why i was here.”

“ hm, you asked about me? “ interesting — that was the last confession he expected to hear from her given that he had been under the impression that she wasn’t his biggest fan. but, her tune did seem to be changing by the second, and part of him wonders if it had been a front the entire time. gaze lowers down to her hand, allowing her to pull him closer just as a group of fellow brothers pass by to collect more drinks. he half expects one of them to say something crass when they see him. but, to his surprise, they just give him a simple nod, along with a pat on the shoulder before they depart the room. “ what’s your verdict so far? “ gaze lifts back up to her, watching as she grabs his cup out of his hand, adding her mixter into the strong concoction. “ has it been torture? “ head tilts, nodding slowly at her vague answer about her type. though, he can’t help but notice at least one of those words were used in describing him before. but, he figures that he’s just reading too much into it at this point. “ i’m surprised you didn’t just say tall, dark and handsome. “ smirk never ceases from his lips as he takes his drink back from her, bringing it to his lips to take another sip, not minding the diluted taste. “ my type? hm —- “ he pauses, lips pressing together as he turns to his side, hip resting against the counter alongside her. “ —- someone that puts me in my place, doesn’t take my shit, someone cute, fun, a good time. “ he pauses again, dark hues flicking over her profile for a moment before he looks down at his drink, focusing on the liquid inside. “ typically someone with dark hair but, y’know, i’m not too picky. “ 

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“tomato, tomahto.” she hopped up, sitting on a (relatively) clean kitchen counter as a group of drunk, thirsty men entered the kitchen. they offered nothing more than a simple head nod to acknowledge the pair's existence. she reached out, pulling aiden closer as partygoers pushed between them, further solidifying how much she hated frat parties. “they only told me because i asked about you.” ellie shrugged, as though it was a perfectly innocent thing to ask them about a guy. “you’re kind of… hard to read sometimes. was just curious if hanging out with you was worth the torture of spending my saturday night here.” she gestured around the room, maintaining her spot on the counter despite the crowd leaving. ellie watches him, eyebrows raising at his response. “my type?” she reached for his cup, balancing it on her palm as she pours some of her sprite into it to cut the taste. she takes a small sip, scrunching her nose up all the same. “i like guys that are fun. cute, a good time.” she vaguely repeats the words used to describe him earlier as she avoids his gaze. the brunette takes another sip of aiden’s drink before passing it back to him. “i don’t know, dude. you make it sound so simple. what’s your type?”

“ stories — more like rumors. “ he had heard a few stories about him before, stories about how he would just sleep with a girl and never call them afterwards. when in reality, he barely slept around. sure, he’d make out with someone at a party, and maybe fool around a little bit. but, he’d never actually sleep with them. unlike his fraternity brothers, he actually wanted to feel a connection before he slept with them. he’d never admit that to anyone though, not wanting word to get out that he was a frat boy with standards. he knew he’d be the laughing stock if any of his brothers knew, and knowing him, he’d kick a majority of their asses and get kicked out of the house in the process. and aiden really didn’t want that. “ tell me, who are you hearing all these stories from? your sisters? “ he brings his cup up to his lips, taking a long sip of the strong concoction, barely wincing from the strong taste now. dark hues drift around the room when he hears her question, already trying to think of a dozen lies to steer her away from the truth. “ uh, i don’t think i’m the one that should be answering that question. “ he chuckles sheepishly, dark orbs flicking back to her. “ besides, i can’t really pick out anyone for you if i don’t know your type. “ 

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ellie’s eyes drifted to aiden’s cup as he filled it, eyes widening at how much alcohol he poured. at the mention of her being lame, she rolled her eyes at him. if one of her sisters was here, they would follow his lead. they’d laugh with him, flirting as they drank their cares away. she wished it were that easy for her — that she could be a cool girl with the rest of them. she loved her sisters. she admired them, longed to be exactly like them. everything just came so easily to most of them. her ears perked up at the mention of how much trouble his own friends were. “aiden, you’re clearly trouble yourself.” ellie pointedly eyed the cup, her point only emphasized when the other scrunched his face at the taste. “i’ve heard the stories about you. that you’re fun, cute, and a great time but… you know. trouble.” before she can say more, ellie feels his hand on hers. it’s a small touch. a friendly one, at most. she instinctively matches his shake, hand shifting to her drink the moment aiden drops it. despite the handful of rumors ellie heard about the other, he was always looking out for her. “who do you suggest i go after, aiden?” she looked up at him, tilting her head at her own question. “is there anyone here that you think i wouldn’t regret being with?”

he half expects her to just walk away then, leaving him for the rest of the night to his own devices. he knew that he was being a dick for no reason, only lashing out to hide the fact that he did want her to be there. but, he didn’t want her to mingle with the rest of his fraternity, knowing that they were nothing but trouble. he busies himself with making his own drink, hands clasping around a plastic cup as he fills it with ice and reaches for the bottle of vodka, nearly filling it to the top with the clear liquid, knowing damn well he was going to regret his choices later. brows lift when he hears her laugh, looking up just in time to see her move towards his side of the counter, pouring sprite in another cup. “ you’re just, what, lame? “ the words fall easily from his lips as he reaches to grab the sprite for himself, pouring into his cup, filling up the small bit of space that was left. “ then you know that i know these guys more than anyone else at this party. they are all trouble, and i wouldn’t trust a single one. “ he lifts his cup up to his lips, taking a sip, nose instantly scrunching from how strong he had made it. but, hey, he knew it would taste like nothing before long. brows lift once more when he looks down at her hand, and then back up at her, listening to her for a second before he lets out a sigh and reaches forward to take her hand in his, giving it a small shake. “ you don’t cramp my style, ellie. “ he lets go of her hand, his own dropping to his side. “ maybe i just — “ he pauses, taking another sip of his drink, almost as if he needs a little bit of liquid courage before continuing on with his thoughts. “ — don’t want you to do something you’d regret. that’s all. “ 

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“cool.” she echoes, eyes following him as he maneuvered around the kitchen. ellie knew she might come off as a snob, but in this case, she simply hated frat parties. she endured them incessantly her freshman year when she was rushing. thankfully, once she was accepted, they became optional. she wasn’t as reserved as people thought, ellie just preferred her own company over the company of a bunch of random, drunk  strangers. “oh, do you? that’s convenient.” her eyes followed aiden’s hands, desperate to avoid his gaze. she was here for him — despite how much she hated parties. at her own sorority events, ellie tried to blend into the crowd and mingle just enough that her sisters thought she was having a fun time. ellie figured that if she could prove how fun she was to him, he might see her in a different light. a fun light — the kind of light that he might want to be more than friends with. it all felt silly now. she felt embarrassed, lashing out as she made a lame attempt at throwing other guys in his face. she smelled the drink, scrunching her nose at the mixture. ellie took a long sip, never used to the bitter taste alcohol left in her throat. she let out an unexpected laugh, taking another sip but cringing all the same. “i’m sorry —” another laugh, in hopes that it’d break the tension between them. “i’m sure that would taste great to someone that liked tequila. i’m just…” she reached across the table, plucking a new cup from the stack as she moved around aiden. she filled it with ice, surveying her drink options. as she poured the cup half full with sprite, ellie continued. “you’re in the fraternity you’re shitting on, in case you forgot.” after a beat, the brunette holds out her hand for aiden to shake. “truce? please? i know i might cramp your style a little, but i promise i won’t embarrass you. i can be cool, i promise.”

“ i never said you were lame. “ he points out but also understands where she’s coming from. he is fully aware how he can be, and knows that sometimes his actions and words can come off differently that what he intended. if anything, he didn’t want her here because he knew how the rest of his brothers could be, and didn’t want her to have to deal with that. but, he didn’t want to voice that when he was almost positive that she would only tell him that he was overacting. which he probably was but, he couldn’t help it. he had a protective nature when it came to those he actually cared about. not that he’d ever make that known either. “ cool. “ he says simply, reaching for the bottle of tequila and pouring it into the cup along with the margarita mixer, and ice. brows furrow when he hears her mention something about chatting with the guys around here, not liking that idea at all  but, he quickly shakes it off and turns towards the freezer to grab the container of ice cubes to fill another cup. “ oh, yeah,  i totally know how it is. i mean, i have a few girls i’m planning on talking to tonight so, i should probably do that once i’m done here. “ he bites back, dark hues rolling as he turns to mix her drink before pouring the contents into the cup with ice, handing it off to her. “ better hurry, don’t want to miss out on finding prince charming at a fraternity, you know. “ 

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ellie rolled her eyes as aiden walked through the door, eyes catching his for a moment before she looked down at the various bottles. “you should be sorry.” she countered, eyes shifting to the red solo cup aiden placed on the countertop. “you act like i’m so lame — like i wouldn’t be caught dead at a place like this.” granted, she usually wouldn’t be. she only showed up to prove a point. it wasn’t like aiden forbade her from attending, but he gave her a vague warning about why she shouldn’t show up. he treated her like she was fragile, as though ellie didn’t stand a chance at a frat party. it couldn't be that bad. “fine.” she stepped aside, crossing her arms over her chest. after a beat, ellie made the executive decision to push aiden's buttons. she spoke nonchalantly, trying to sell the fact that she wasn't there for him. “then i’ll get out of your hair. i have mingling to do, guys to chat with. you know how it is.”

he didn’t even have a chance to respond before she was walking away, leaving him there dumbfounded. maybe he was being a little harsh by telling her that this wasn’t her scene. for all he knew, it could’ve been but, he was doubtful. though, maybe he should’ve just kept that doubt to himself for once. a sigh falls off from his lips as he finishes off the rest of his drink, and follows her towards the kitchen. “ look, i’m sorry for being an ass. “ he says as soon as he enters the room, setting his empty cup on the counter in front of all the bottles of booze. “ let me make it up to you by getting you a drink? i’ve been told i make a decent margarita. “