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[sgnserena]

˟ ⭑⭑ wicked games

far past sober but not quite drunk ( maybe? not like she knows at this point ) -- serena is kind of a bit of a mess.

she should have anticipated the trouble brewing whenever several of her girls from volleyball stormed into her own, coaxing her out of her abode with the promise of camp hopping the night away in lieu of club hopping. the latter was a staple among the team, a regular bonding occurrence that she sometimes joined in, sometimes went without -- and for some reason they wouldn’t take no for an answer even though she was the captain. it’s how she ends up going along with them with a “whatever,” that’s disguised as acceptance, it’s how she feels like she’s part whiskey, part soju, part chardonnay by the time they’ve settled in the third camp of the night, her face dusted with a rose glow.

it’s also how she thinks that she’s well enough to travel back to her own camp without company, or at the very least without supervision, shrugging off the other girls' request with a wave of a hand and several shakes of her head, constant “i’m fine, i’m chill, i’m good,” until it was enough and they were all heading their separate ways. and that is where the fault lies, the assumption that serena when drunk has the same competency as serena when sober. because if that were the case, she wouldn’t of gotten sidetracked by the placidity of the lake this late at night, the impression of the moon’s brilliance glimmering amongst the ripples enough to beckon her over, footsteps slightly unsteady along the dirt path.

but what she comes to realize as she gets closer is that she isn’t alone. no, the closer she comes to the shore, the closer a tall frame comes into view, heading within her direction. there’s some sense of familiarity as they come into view, eyes squinting as if that would help her amidst the fog of night and alcohol, but there’s regret upon her features once the other is close enough for the remembrance to appear. “oh my fucking god,” she says out loud before letting out a hiccup, scaring herself as she looks down at her body, and almost forgets what she was saying in the first place before her attention is drawn back to the boy -- “fuck, what the hell is your name? t -- t uh... timmy? timmy turner?” it’s something with a t at least, “that’s what i’m calling your ass. but go on timmy, get out of here,” she almost slurrs as she wildly moves her hands in front of her to shoo him away while she kicks off her shoes, moving to dip her feet into the water, “i don’t need your lame ass ruining my late night swim. don’t you gotta like ... yell at a cloud or something?”

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