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Sunday night goes a little something like this. The party is packed with too many Brightmoon snobs for your liking, the music pounding in your ears like a second heartbeat. You’ve been knocking back shot after shot the entire time; the alcohol buzzing in your veins and filling you with a confidence you haven’t felt in a while. You dance without a care in the world.
When Scorpia finally finds you and asks you how many drinks you’ve had, you tell her you can’t really remember.
“Come on," she says, taking the cup you’re holding from your hands. “Let’s go home.”
You want to tell her the party's just only started, that she needs to loosen up a little, but instead you follow her as she tugs you towards the exit. Halfway there, she stops abruptly and you run into her back from the force of it. She frantically pats the pockets of her jeans and you laugh at how funny she looks.
“Hold on, I think I dropped my phone.” She looks at you with pleading eyes. “Stay right here, okay? Don’t move.” She interrupts a random couple who are happily sucking each other’s faces off. “Can you watch her for just a second? I’ll be right back.” She’s disappeared into the crowd before they can even protest.
The girl rolls her eyes and resumes making out with her boyfriend. You take that as your cue to get some snacks. Your phone buzzes in the back pocket of your jeans. The room’s spinning so much that you can barely make out the words scorpia and where are you? You scroll through your contacts and click on one of the first names that pop up. The phone only rings twice before they pick up.
“Hey.” You giggle at the way your voice sounds to your own ears. “Can you pick me up? I’m really drunk right now.” You steady yourself on the snack table to keep yourself from falling over.
The person on the other line asks you where you are so you tell them and hang up. While you wait for them, you stuff your face with brownies and other delicious sweets.
When you’ve had your fill of snacks, you sit down on a chair nearby and try to focus on making the room stop spinning. You vaguely wonder where Scorpia went.
Just as you’re about to go looking for her, someone calls your name.
You look up to see a girl with long blond hair and the loveliest face you've ever seen. There’s something about her that strikes you as familiar but you can’t figure out what it is.
“Catra," she says again and you shiver with how nicely it rolls off her tongue. “Are you with anybody?”
You grin. “I could ask you the same thing, sweetheart.”
The girl frowns adorably. “How much have you had to drink? It’s me. Adora.”
Adora.
Adora.
Adora.
“Oh shit.” You jump to your feet, stumbling, and nearly trip over the chair. Adora catches you by the waist and keeps you from falling. “What are you doing here?”
She wraps your arm across her shoulders so that you can lean some of your weight onto her. “You called me, dummy. Let’s go.”
She practically carries you to her car and helps buckle you into the seat. Adora climbs behind the wheel as you lean your head against the cold window. The streetlights blur past you as Adora drives. You yawn and decide to rest your eyes for a moment.
You're interrupted rudely from your nap to someone shaking your shoulder.
“We’re here.” You glance at Adora and lose yourself in the flecks of gray in her eyes. “You have to be quiet.” She runs her fingers through her hair. “I am breaking so many rules right now.”
You hum in agreement and try not to fall asleep again. Adora helps you out of the car and it takes considerable effort not to fall over. Somehow, she sneaks you past the RA and into her room.
She lets go of you for a second to lock the door and you stumble onto the bed, laughing. Adora watches you curiously as you stretch out across the sheets.
“Wow," you whistle, swaying a little as you sit up. “Even your room looks expensive. I can see why you left the Horde.”
“Catra,” Adora pleads. “Not now.”
She kneels in front of you to untie your shoes and you can’t help but stare at her. You’ve always thought Adora was beautiful but some moments it feels like she’s more so. You love the way she laughs, the dimples in her cheeks when she smiles, the sway of her ponytail as she walks. She’s wearing a faded denim button up shirt with the sleeves rolled up to her elbows. The first few buttons are undone and you catch a glimpse of her collarbones. You want to splay your fingers across them and rake your nails down lower and lower until―
Adora pulls off your shoes and rests a hand on your knee. “You need to get some sleep," she says softly, running her thumb soothingly across the fabric. The touch burns through your jeans even when she pulls her hand away to stand up.
You grab her by the wrist before she can move. Your eyes dart to her lips and you can’t seem to remember why it’s not a good idea to kiss her right now. She’s all you can think about and all that you want.
She stops you with a hand on your chest just as your lips brush against hers.
“We can’t―I can’t do this.” She smiles shakily. “Not when you’re drunk and we’re not together anymore.”
You swallow hard. “Adora, I didn’t mean all that―those things I said," you say, pausing to unravel the words trapped on your tongue. “I want to be with you. Only you.”
You smile at the dumbfounded look on her face and fall back onto the bed.
“Be my big spoon?” you mumble tiredly.
Adora’s still staring at you and you wonder if maybe you still have brownie crumbs on your face.
“Okay.” She says it so quietly you would have missed it if you hadn’t been listening.
The last thing you remember before falling asleep is the feeling of drowning in her ocean eyes.