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

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Location: On the move
Interacting With: Raven [@Zaxter996]
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The walk back was filled with a comfortable silence between the two girls. Molly was too tired to come up with anything to talk, and as they walked she realised that she actually preferred the silence for a change. The sand crunched beneath their feet, leaving behind a trail of uneven footprints. Molly was tired and definitely intoxicated, a combination which made her lose interest in whether people were paying attention to her and Raven's entwined fingers. It seemed no one cared, though, and had Molly been more alert, she would've been relieved that was the case.
When the pair reached the beach house, there were still lights on in the lounge. [i]'Makes sense,'[/i] Molly thought. It might've been late - or early, if you wanted to put it that way - but people had been partying tonight. The celebration was bound to continue beyond just the beach party. However, Molly was too tired to join them. She looked at Raven as they reached the porch, opening the door as quietly as she could. Noises of conversation could be heard from inside, and Molly kind of wanted to avoid being detected altogether.
[color=#adff9f]"Wanna go upstairs? I think I'm too tired to join them,"[/color] Molly asked Raven - who she was still holding hands with - with a voice lowered barely above a whisper. Molly glanced back at the direction where the noises where coming from, biting the inside of her cheek nervously. It wasn't that she didn't want to be spotted with Raven. She didn't really mind if it came down to that. She just didn't feel up to confronting any of her old classmates or friends now... now that she had had the best evening in a long time. Seeing them always reminded Molly of the façade she had to hold, the fake self she was around the popular kids. Molly was tall, blonde, sociable, and objectively rather pretty. She didn't exactly dress gay or anything either. So why would anyone even suspect she might be a lesbian? That's right... coming out felt like a rather big step for Molly - one she wasn't ready to take just yet. And if she was honest, she just wanted to end the night just as pleasantly as it had started. And it didn't include any of the old familiar faces in the beach house... well, any except one.