Warning: fluff, the drunken shenanigans of college students,
Summary: Based off Dress by Taylor Swift “all of this silence and patience, pining and desperately waiting // my hands are shaking from holding back from all this”
When you received your scholarship to Gotham University, you expected a world-class education, late nights of cramming and crying in the library. Nobody told you that you’d become a borderline functional alcoholic, drinking over the recommended limits on a regular basis to smooth out the rough edges of your mild social anxiety. So, tonight like any other Friday night, you’ve been dragged to a house party. You’re one hundred percent sure you wouldn’t want to attend unless it wasn’t for him.
The party is in full swing when you arrive. Your friends disappear and filter into different rooms. It’s odd because there’s not one single party of occurring – there’s maybe six occurring at once. The house is ratty, damp and pungent of weed. There’s a makeshift disco in the basement with stolen road signs demarcating the DJ booth, someone’s located strobe lights (which should have come with an epilepsy warning). There’s a furious game of beer pong taking over the kitchen, which looks like a toxic waste dump. You also spy a massage train in one of the open bedrooms but doesn’t dare venture in.
Tim Drake is a friend of a friend, a regular customer at the coffee shop you work at. The only way to describe your relationship is a flirtationship.
Flirtationships are the worst. Because they’re almost romantic, you’re in the process of maybe, almost falling in love. Almost, but not quite there yet. Almost has the potential to be one of the most tragic words in the English language. It’s a word filled with the bitterness of second place, of dreams that never quite came to fruition. But at the same time, it glimmers with the promise and excitement.
Toad's Cave 