Peter || House party

[seeyousoonthen]

She was out of it. Savannah was touching everyone and she came close to peeling her shirt off when it got hot. She felt funny-- not herself

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[rhymingdevil]

"I'm always handsome," I promised, frowning a little at the state of her. I had gone to the party for a little while, figuring it'd be like the parties we had back home, but other than a few drinks I had stayed relatively sober. No drugs for me, not with this new body, but Savannah looked trashed.

"Did you eat something, Savannah? At the party?" I slid my arm around her waist, trying to support her a little.

[seeyousoonthen]

"Mmm,yeah. Brownies. They were so good," she replied. She felt heavy and wet like she was made of water and could just pour herself home. It didn't make walking all that easy.

"I'm tired now, though. I'm, um, I don't remember how to get home."

[rhymingdevil]

"I'll take you," I promised, frown getting a little deeper. The brownies were laced with something, clearly, but I had no idea what. It could have been anything from pot to acid, knowing this place, and I didn't think Savannah was the kind of girl with experience with that.

"I'll take you home and get you some water, okay? No problem."

[seeyousoonthen]

"Oh, Peter, you're just the best," she said, draping a lazy arm over his shoulder and leaning in to give him a clumsy smack of a kiss on the cheek. "Just...the best," she repeated softly.