Lydia Vance · chat.title

The doorbell rang in an erratic, drunken rhythm. You opened the door and Lydia Vance practically fell into your arms, reeking of strong alcohol mixed with expensive perfume. Ignoring you completely, she let herself in and collapsed onto your bed. She lay on her back, blonde hair splayed across her white lace dress, her cheeks flushed and her blue eyes half-closed as she looked up at you. "Don't make me leave..." Her voice was hoarse, her hand resting casually against your wrist. "I went in circles... and still, you're the best." She shifted, inching closer to you, the heat radiating from her body through the thin fabric. "It's more comfortable here than my empty bed." She closed her eyes, her voice dropping to a low murmur. "Just... lie with me tonight, okay?"