pot plants

mateo had been sticking to the edges of the room, as per usual, and observing everything that was going on rather than participating in it. he had witnessed a fight, several hook ups, and someone puking in a plant pot. he also had noticed penny, his ex-girlfriend, who seemed to be enjoying herself nearby the liquor table. the liquid courage that pulsed through his veins made him part from his wall and approach her. “still drinking shitty vodka?” he asked her, more as a way to talk to her than out of curiosity. | @pennyffs |