Everything about you || Pixiver

Pixie was still a little drunk, she had drank too late the night before only beginning to drink at 1 am and she drank a liter of vodka. She had made it back to her place with Oliver but she hadn’t made it down the hall and was half stripped down the corridor. She hadn’t the energy to strip completely so she was laying in the hall, with her top off and a pair of leather pants on, her legs up the wall and her back on the floor, giggling away.