Finn grabs your arm and pulls you down from off the table.
"What are you doing?!"
You start aggressively twerking again. "Ï thįńk îm drüñk" you speak but your voice sounds like a robot? Idfk
Finn grabs your hips to stop you from twerking. "What?! We're like 6 years old how'd you even get alcohol. Cmon babe, don't do this."
You bust a nut in 8 different languages when Finn grabbed your hips. It was to first human touch you've felt in a long time.
Meanwhile, Britany Spears is still standing on a table, twerking, and aggressively applying turquoise lipstick all around her lips/chin/face
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Finn squats down and whispered in your ear. "Wanna leave. Let's ditch this lame party."
"But this is our party?" You were hesitant, you knew it was late (7:27 p.m.) and it was already past your bedtime. Plus you were sweaty (from twerking) and your nipple pasties were gunna slip off of ur greasy body any minute.
Is it worth it?
Finn stood there waiting. You wanted to hulk smash him sooo bad.
"Ya lets go bb." You smiled, trying to run your fingers through his hair, but your long ass press on nails made your hand get stuck in his poodle lookin ass hair.
You and Finn just silently stood there with your hand in his hair, enjoying the moment. Together.
