“How do you feel now?”
Tiffany whispered and Sunny swore she’d almost stumble over the steps if the devil had not held her hands.
“Not so strong are we?”
The girl taunted. Her hands were laced lazily around Sunny’s so that the weaker girl was bound to latch on to them. Latch on like a drunkard on a 2AM night out, latch like an alcoholic on a drink.
“Shut up.” Sunny managed to mutter, goddamn it her head was swimming around in directions… wait do heads swim? She didn’t know and she had no intentions of learning the facts right now. The stupid thing on her shoulder was killing her and she just wanted to kill herself.
She actually wanted to kill everyone right now, especially the person next to her. It was hard to keep a goody face on stage when you’re suffering from a spiked drink.
“What the hell did you put in that thing?” She hissed.
Tiffany’s words rolled out ever so sensually. It made Sunny’s hands clench into a fist but before she could swing out a punch, her body tried to defy gravity. She reached for the rails, and oh god she felt like puking.
Tiffany licked her lips.
“You are sure angry today Sunny-yah.” She purred and pulled the girl closer, not giving a chance for the shorter being to retaliate at all. “Since the morning, so I decided to give you something good.”
“Good my ass.” Sunny cursed. “You’re crazy.”
Tiffany smirked, “You like it.” Then turned to the cameras with an innocent damning sinful smile. “You yearn for it -“
”- For me.”
“Fuck you,” was all Sunny could say, her consciousness was escaping her every second but later she wouldn’t even remember though, Tiffany had planned everything to its finest details.
See, the thing about drunks was they couldn’t really hold stuff said against them. They’d probably forget it by the time they pass out naked on the couch. Not like you could do that to them while they are sober.
She chuckled at the poor resisting Sunny bunny. The American wanted to know what the girl was capable of and she couldn’t wait until they get back into the van to explore.