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

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Location: The beach party
Interacting With: Raven [@Zaxter996]
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Molly hummed, delighted by Raven's answer. She could get behind that, really. Forests were calm and vast in ways Molly couldn't quite describe. Even though she preferred the smell of the sea, forests had something to them, too. Camping, though... Molly had never been a big fan.
As they sat down on the docks, legs swinging over the edge, Molly accepted the drink offered to her and downed a good portion it with ease. It was nice, getting some refreshing liquid into you. Well, of couse Molly knew that alcohol actually dehydrated your body faster, but it wasn't about that. It was the feeling. Just sitting next to someone she'd always been kind of curious about, one-on-one time... It was thrilling.
Opening the pack of cheese puffs, Molly took a few of them between her fingers and ate them. The cheesy, spicy puffs were nice tasting, she noticed. Molly laid the puffs down between her and Raven as the girl in question was trying to come up with an answer to Molly's question. At last she admitted she didn't know if there was really anything to tell before turning the question upside down: what did Molly want to know? Well... Good question, really. Before Molly could even come up with a question to ask, Raven's face lighted up in an idea.
[color=7bcdc8]“Oh! Idea!”[/color] the girl exclaimed excitedly, a rowdy grin spreading on her face, sparking curiosity in Molly as well. [color=7bcdc8]“The question game. We take turns asking questions. If at any point you don’t want to answer a question…”[/color] the bleach blonde trailed off before moving Molly's attention to the tequila bottle she had taken with her, [color=7bcdc8]“We take a sip of tequila. You first?”[/color]
Honestly, it was a great idea. At least to Molly, who was already kind of drunk -- at least at the pace and rate Raven was handing her the spirits. Molly giggled at the thought.
[color=#adff9f]"You're just trying to get me drunk, ain'tcha,"[/color] Molly teased with a broad smile dancing on her lips, leaning her face closer for emphasis before pulling away. God, the past 30 minutes had had so much smiling. It was like her face was getting sore or something, from all the smiling, that is. [color=#adff9f]"I mean... it's working,"[/color] Molly added with an entertained murmur. Then she began thinking of a question, gaze drifting to the sunset before them. After spacing out for a moment with a thoughtful look on her face, Molly returned her attention to Raven beside her.
[color=#adff9f]"'Kay, so. It's the first question so I'm making it easy, yeah?"[/color] Molly warned. She didn't want to dive to the deep end straight away because she didn't know what Raven was comfortable with. Giving the girl a challenging look, as if the question at hand was going to be hard to answer, Molly asked: [color=#adff9f]"What's your biggest pet peeve?"[/color] Next question was going to be a bit more... daring, for sure. If Molly had the courage.
And well, Raven had a question to ask her, too.