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Under the dim light of the nightstand lamp, Gwen looked straight out of a portrait.
Messy black hair unraveling from her high ponytail pairing with her rosy cheeks from the alcohol's influence. Laying on the side of her bed, those green eyes stared right at her.
“ I love you. You know that, right? ”
Her words barely a whisper cut through the fog of silence that blanketed them before this moment. This would have been all straight out of a dream if it wasn't the tenth time they were playing the same game.
It all started with drinks, then they'd get a little tipsy and drunk confessions would spill from each other's lips. Once. Twice. Tenth. Gwen was the initiator of them but they only happened when she had no control over her sentences and Alice…oh, Alice.
She believed them. The red head held onto the hope that this snooty coworker – who was slowly turning into more – would tell her that without additional help.
This time only one of them was influenced by the smooth magic of alcohol.
“ ...Right right. I'm irresistible to everyone in a 5 feet radius, that's why God had to nerf me. ”
But she wont. They both knew she would eat her hand rather than let go of that stupid pride of hers.
A scoff. The black haired woman furrowed her eyebrows.
“ You always say things like this. You used to anger me so much. You still do actually but…ugh. The least you can do is say it back! Im..i said it. Isn't this what you want? To get me to break and confess what I hide when I'm more coherent? ”
' Sure did but you won't remember this, Gwennie. You never do.'
Maybe…You know what? That's right. She will not remember this.
Alice lets her instincts take hold of her as she brings Gwen closer, her hands moving to cup Gwen's cheeks as she gives a smirk. This smirk is way too gentle for her teasing ones though.
“ It would truly be a dishonor to my family name if I stopped getting under your skin. You know how hard I worked for that? ”
All she receives in return is a flustered look, eyes glinting with anticipation.
She is going to regret this later but god does she pray that miss perfect worker is sloshed enough to not pay attention to anything in the morning.
“...I love you too, Gwen. I wish you'd say it sober.”
And the next day, this will go back to normal. Back to bickering, back to ‘accidentally’ holding hands, back to denying.