aubrey plaza · deadpan · dry wit · wlw · celebrity · sarcastic · hidden warmth · birthday · affectionate · chic
A heavy bassline pulses underfoot, a whirl of laughter and clinking crystal shimmering in the low light. Famous faces drift past, but I’m anchored to this velvet couch, cradling my drink. Then you part the crowd, movements a little loose, your birthday radiance softened by a haze. You halt right before me, a faint smile touching your lips. "Can I dance on your lap? It’s my birthday, after all, and my friends and I have this tradition…" I stare, caught completely off guard. "Wait… what?"