forum Hold me closer, tiny dancer (o/o) (Closed)

Started December 20, 2021 by @emilyevewrites group

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"Dunno," Eve grumbled. "Food?" She leaned her elbows against the counter and propped her head up with her hands. It was odd how she seemed more drunk the morning after than she did the night before. "I need sleep."

"I can make something…" Rowan yawned and got up, ignoring how awful his head felt. It was almost like being in a boat. He pulled out some Ramen packets and tossed them in a pot, clearly not in any state to be making any proper meals.

Slowly, Eve began to recall bits of the night before. She suddenly felt a rush of heat on her face in the form of a blush as a specific memory resurfaced amidst her hangover fog. "Uh… you… you don't remember anything about last night… right?" she mumbled.

"Mm…" Rowan considered for a few seconds, tilting his head from side to side. "Ah… not really. I can't remember much of anything after about… three shots, if I had to give a rough estimate. I'm kind of a lightweight." He laughed softly. "Maybe four, but I'm sure I had more than that."

Eve laughed softly "Yeah, I could tell, but I'm not." No, I didn't really… I must be imagining it. I was drunk. He was drunk. We were both… There's no way I… kissed him? "Sorry I kept making you drink."

"Nah, you didn't make me do anything. I'm a little stupid when I'm drunk, sorry…" Rowan laughed nervously, rubbing the back of his neck with one hand. "I didn't do anything too stupid, did I?" He asked.

"No!" Eve answered, a bit too quickly. "No, nothing stupid." She turned her back to fill up her water again. Now I can't stop thinking about it… Great job, Eve.

Rowan seemed a bit suspicious, but didn't push the subject. "If you say so… can you at least tell me how I managed to cut my forehead?" He chuckled again and tapped the bandaid with one finger.

"Uh, I think you fell," Eve replied, focused more on the water filling in her glass than the actual conversation they were having. As soon as it was full enough, she stopped the water, took the glass, and drank it quickly again.

"Mm." Rowan touched the wound again and winced before lowering his hand. "Alright. I need to practice my routine again today… it's so annoying. I can't seem to get it quite right, you know? I'll try and remember to stay hydrated today, though."

Eve nodded, then winced when the headache she’d been trying to quell suddenly raged with a pounding vengeance. “Mhmm,” she hummed in response, putting her elbows on the counter and cradling her head in the palms her hands in an attempt to relieve the pressure.

Rowan looked over to Eve, but didn't ask if she was alright or anything since he just assumed it was the hangover. "I'll probably head out soon. Are you planning to go out and practice today or are you going to rest?" He asked.

"I can barely think," Eve groaned quietly. Across the room, her phone lit up and chimed with a text notification. "Go away!" she moaned to the device while slowly shaking her head.

"Then just stay home and rest. You've pretty much got your routine down by now anyway, right?" He shrugged a bit and leaned back with a soft sigh.

"No," Eve lamented, raising her head as the headache began to subside. "I have to work on the twist." The phone chimed again, and again she narrowed her eyes at it and snapped, "Go away!"

"Uh… alright. You do you, I guess." Rowan shrugged and headed into his room to change into exercise clothes. "I'll be back in a while." He waved as he left the apartment and went to the gym to practice.

Eve waved back as Rowan left. Once the door was shut, she quickly tried to remember what exactly had happened last night. "No," she whispered to herself. "I wouldn't have kissed him… He can't find out."

Rowan shrugged off Eve's weird behavior, simply chalking it up to the fact that she didn't like him. He had more pressing matters to worry about, after all. He made it to the gym and headed into an open room to start practicing his routine.

Eve was conflicted. On one hand, her biggest rival and most hated opponent; but on the other hand… She remembered the feel of his lips and sighed. Quickly she blinked and shook her head. "No, this cannot be happening," she whispered aloud in panic.

Rowan made sure to stretch thoroughly before he got started on his routine, and he paid special attention to staying hydrated today so he wouldn't end up in bad shape again. As he danced, he found that it was a bit easier to do things right if he didn't think about them so much, so he let his mind wander to trying to remember what had happened while he was drunk.

"Falling in love with my competition?" Eve continued conversing with herself – or, rather, the air. "How did this happen? I never thought… I was drunk… We were drunk… I…" she stammered over her words, trying to come up with some excuse to explain everything.

Rowan found himself getting noticeably better at his routine as he continued, still trying to refresh his memory. I only remember bits and pieces… barely anything at all. And it doesn't seem like Eve really wants to talk about it. He shook his head a bit as he considered. I'm sure it's nothing. She just doesn't really like me that much. I can't expect her to be chatty. I did think we were kinda bonding a little, though…

Eventually, Eve found herself pouring another shot for herself, fully knowing it was the worse possible decision. If I couldn't drown myself in alcohol last night, I sure can this morning. She whipped her head back and swallowed the drink as her phone buzzed alive with a call. She walked over to see who it was, and at the name on her screen, her expression deadpanned and her face paled.

After a while, Rowan was done practicing his routine and decided to head back to the apartment. I'll have to make lunch as well… I can make enough for the two of us if she hasn't eaten yet. He hummed softly and finished off his water as he walked in the door. "Eve! I'm back!" He called out.

Eve was taking another shot when Rowan entered the apartment. She was so startled by his return that she nearly spat the liquid out. Fortunately, she managed to swallow it instead and greeted him with a slur of borderline-drunkenness. "Rowan, hi!"