[center][hr][color=#adff9f][h1]𝑴𝓸𝓵𝓵𝔂 𝑯𝓪𝓻𝓽𝒆𝓵𝓵[/h1]

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Location: The beach party
Interacting With: Raven [@Zaxter996][/color]
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Raven didn't seem to mind Molly's airheadedness. Quite the opposite, actually. It made Molly feel more at ease, so she raised her eyes from her feet to the girl in question and smiled.
[color=7bcdc8]"Get one of these in ya. I always start the night with a cider. Nice and chill before moving on to the harder stuff,"[/color] Raven offered, handing Molly a bottle of cider out of the cooler. Molly took the bottle gladly, letting her fingers brush against Raven's as she did so. The bottle was cold against Molly's warm hand; a welcome feeling in the warm summer evening. Listening to Raven giggle at what she thought must've been her awkward fumbling, Molly was surprised to find she didn't feel embarrassed for it.
To answer Molly's earlier question, Raven replied with a cheeky grin: [color=7bcdc8]"Yeah I know what ya mean. I got no plans. I can keep ya company tonight, if ya want? Show you how to really party."[/color] Wait, did she just wink?
All of Molly's confidence drained as she began second guessing herself: was she imagining things, or was Raven flirting with her? Gosh, she definitely had that cute accent, too... The Aussie and the Brit, how positively lovely. Molly opened her cider and took a big gulp before answering.
[color=#adff9f]"Yes! Please,"[/color] Molly nodded enthusiastically, then toning it down and adding the 'please' with a sheepish smile. [color=#adff9f]"'M sure it would do me a world of good,"[/color] Molly hummed warmly, tucking a curly strand of strawberry blonde hair behind her ear, something playful glimmering in her eyes.
Raven must've thought she was so weird, Molly thought, trying to damp down the feeling of mortification. She didn't know how to flirt with girls at all: it was always easy with boys because Molly had come to realise it meant nothing to her, but when it was supposed to be pretty girls... She found herself fumbling and stumbling over her words, her usual charisma being watered down by her oncoming nervousness.
Before Molly could cause a short circuit to her brain by over-thinking, Raven continued with a sentence that knocked the breath out of Molly's lungs.
[color=7bcdc8]"We never really go to know each other during school, but I always thought you were pretty cool. And pretty too."[/color]
Molly must've blushed, because she felt the temperature rise suddenly and she was pretty sure it wasn't just the alcohol warming her body. [i]Okay, calm down your effing beating heart Molly, she definitely just called you pretty. And smiled like [b]that[/b]. Get yourself together, girl.[/i] Molly smiled wide, not able to stop looking at the girl before her. Well, the compliment did make her feel a bit light-headed. Raven was incredibly pretty herself, after all.
[color=#adff9f]"Thanks luv,"[/color] Molly said with a soft smile, her accent thick. Then she stopped dead in her tracks. Had she just called Raven 'love'? She definitely hadn't meant to. Shit, fuck, bugger... Molly bit down on her lip, an action which was supposed to convey her nervousness, but came cross as nothing like it. Sure, she often called her friends stuff like 'honey', 'love' or 'dear', that was the bloody Brit in her, but she barely knew this girl... I mean, she wanted to know her, and Raven had just said the same... Wait, she was spiralling again. [i]Stop overthinking everything, Molly.[/i] Quickly recovering, Molly's smile morphed into a comfortable look, genuine and warm.
[color=#adff9f]"Definitely same. That's what I thought about you!"[/color] Molly exclaimed, remembering the days she'd see Raven in class. As the girl had said, those days had indeed been few and far between, but Molly would lie if she said she hadn't checked Raven out every time she did show up. And to Raven, Molly must've just been a vain, popular girl. She wanted to change that.
Looking over to the party happening around them, Molly noticed people were dancing along the music. It was indeed pretty good; the beat flowed through Molly like it was a part of her. Taking another sip of her drink, and looking back at Raven with all the confidence she didn't have, Molly smiled flirtatiously, that gleam back in her eyes. [i]Fuck it, 'yolo', or whatever,[/i] Molly thought. This summer would only happen once, after all.
[color=#adff9f]"Care to dance?"[/color] she asked with an extended hand.