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gaaaaay2017-09-09 01:15 am
awayaround) wrote in gaaaaay2017-09-09 01:15 am
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Half past midnight on a Saturday, a girl like Yang should have no business looking like this. That's what the stares from passersby are telling her, anyway.
Yeah, maybe she's a mess. Maybe her hair's sticking out in a hundred and ten directions, and she can feel the swelling rise beneath her cheek, and her body's sore in like eight different places on top of it. She can already see purple blooming on her knee. Doesn't go that hot with her low-cut, thigh-length dress, but what can you do.
It's not like she's new to any of this. The pump of adrenaline might be dying down, but it's not enough to make room for any real shame -- that's one emotion she's had to outgrow some years back. So when strangers' eyes linger too long, Yang flashes a grin and a wave, and they drop their gaze and scurry on towards the same club she was just chucked out of.
Her shoes chafe at skin with each step, and she groans. Terrible night for heels, definitely. Deciding there's no rush, she drops onto the nearest bench, her head lolling back with a sigh. Night's young. She can always head home later. At least the air outside is nice and cool.
Yeah, maybe she's a mess. Maybe her hair's sticking out in a hundred and ten directions, and she can feel the swelling rise beneath her cheek, and her body's sore in like eight different places on top of it. She can already see purple blooming on her knee. Doesn't go that hot with her low-cut, thigh-length dress, but what can you do.
It's not like she's new to any of this. The pump of adrenaline might be dying down, but it's not enough to make room for any real shame -- that's one emotion she's had to outgrow some years back. So when strangers' eyes linger too long, Yang flashes a grin and a wave, and they drop their gaze and scurry on towards the same club she was just chucked out of.
Her shoes chafe at skin with each step, and she groans. Terrible night for heels, definitely. Deciding there's no rush, she drops onto the nearest bench, her head lolling back with a sigh. Night's young. She can always head home later. At least the air outside is nice and cool.