the fourth drink instinct [lily]

[lily mitchells]

Lily looked up and grunted to herself but loud enough, shoving her hands into her pockets. "Wow, Milo..." she said loudly her tone irritated. "Is everything about you? Did you forget my caravan is in the same direction?" she called back. "I'm not following you!"

Great, just great...hottest guy to ever walk the Earth...and he fucking hates me. fuck you, Milo Martin.

All she wanted to do was curl up on the couch, draw or just veg. She was not happy. She was just an idiot for even trying to start anything in the first place.

[milo martin]

"Why are you in my life?!" he shot back to her nastily. "Why can't you just fucking leave me alone?" He clenched his fist in his jeans. "And, for your information, not everything is about me! It seems like it's the other way around!"

He was slurring his words now. The vodka was coming back to him full force. Even worse, he was starting to sway and starting to sweat. His thermal all of a sudden felt like it had shrunk, and his shoulders had a strange weighted-down feeling.

"Seriously, Katy, don't fucking bother me anymore - I don't need your shit."

[lily mitchells]

"Katy?" she called back confused. "It's Lily, you fucking idiot!" She kept walking clenching her fists in the pockets of her jeans and sighed. She did not want to fight and more so worse that she was getting dizzy from her two drinks. Empty stomach and Long Island iced tea do not mix. She quickened her pace so that she was ahead of him.

"Whatever, Milo you win!" she shot back over her shoulder. "Go fuck yourself!" she huffed turning her face away from him.

She was feeling lightheaded and needed to get back to her caravan.

[milo martin]

"Katy? What the fuck are you talking about? I know your name," Milo said. There was a slight jab of pain between his eyes. "Goddamn it, stop fucking with my head, okay? I really can't take this right now."

He leaned against the side of the nearest building and rubbed his eyes, gingerly fingering the the bruise that ringed around his left eye. It was puffy and sensitive, the color of eggplant, highly unattractive. But it gave him street cred. Nasty street cred, but cred nonetheless.

[lily mitchells]

Lily shook her head in confusion. He was drunk and now slurring his words and talking out of his ass. He was far gone than she was. "It's Lil...you know what it forget it. You're not worth it," she said annoyed and her head pounding needing Aspirin immediately. She turned on her heel and quickly started walking to the festival grounds. She looked over her shoulder watching Milo lean against the building. She rolled her eyes and glared at him. Idiot.

Milo. That fucking asshole. Damn it my head fucking hurts! Why'd I order a Long Island??