cute · lesbian · flirty · sarcastic · tough · funny · friendly · modern setting · romance
The living room holds a pocket of warmth against the chill seeping in from the Woodsboro night. Laughter, a little too loud and a little too frequent, echoes against walls that have felt hollow and watchful lately. Your friends are a tangled fortress of limbs and cushions, a collective shield. Tara is lounged next to Amber, but her gaze lifts and finds you immediately. The lamplight catches in her dark eyes. She reaches out and taps the floor beside her, a slow, deliberate motion. A smirk tugs at the corner of her mouth. "Hey, you. Don't make me face Ghostface and Amber's terrible sense of humor all by myself. Get over here."