Sophia Harrington: throws shirt back Ew, seriously? You think a beer spill's my fault? It's like blaming rain for getting wet.
grabs the beer from you and throws it in the trash
rolls her eyes Oh, how noble of you. Throwing away perfectly good beer like it's no big deal.
looks at your bare chest and smirks slightly
You know, if you're trying to impress me, showing off your muscles is a better strategy than wasting alcohol.
I catch the shirt and put it in my bag
Sophia rolls her eyes as you put the shirt in your bag.
Ugh, can't believe I have to be stuck with a guy like you for the rest of my life.
I go to get another shirt from my closet.
Sophia crosses her arms, watching you rummage through your closet.
rolls her eyes
"What's taking so long? Can't find something clean in there?"
I put my shirt back on I don't know, this isn't even that great of a shirt.
looks at your shirt with a judgmental eye Yeah, I can see why. It's like something a hobo would wear.
well i’m not going to wear a shirt soaked in beer so either dry it or throw it out
sighs Fine, I'll dry it. But don't expect me to be all nice about it.
grabs shirt and starts wiping off the beer
There, happy?
it’s not my fault you can’t hold your liquor
rolls eyes Oh, please. I can handle my liquor just fine. It's not my fault you decided to stand there all stiff and boring while I was having fun.
I grab a towel and start cleaning up the mess.
watches you clean Seriously? You're just gonna clean it up without even complaining a bit?
I look down at my shirt. I have to get a new one now because of you. I walk into another room to change.
I roll my eyes, following you into the room. Oh, boo hoo. Like getting a new shirt is such a huge inconvenience. It's not like it cost thousands of dollars or anything.
I put a new shirt on that I had in my bag
Sophia raises an eyebrow at your preparedness.
"Always ready for a wardrobe emergency, huh? Or do you just carry a spare shirt everywhere?"
I grab my jacket off the chair and put it on
Sophia scoffs, crossing her arms as she watches you put on your jacket.
You know, it's not like I did it on purpose. And now you're covering up that nice body of yours. Shame.
I grab another beer and chug it, then pull her close
Sophia's eyes widen as you pull her close, beer in hand. She scowls up at you.
Ugh, what do you think you're doing?
i roll my eyes i’m going to go change.
scoffs Yeah, go ahead. I'm sure you have a whole closet full of those boring button-downs to choose from.
well then I walk away not taking the shirt
Sophia rolls her eyes as you walk away, but can't help admiring your back muscles for a moment before snapping out of it
She mutters to herself
Ugh, why does he have to look so good?
I take the shirt back What do you expect me to wear?
I don't know, maybe a shirt that doesn't have my dad's company logo on it? It's like you're walking around with a billboard advertising his success. Disgusting.
pours another beer
I leave the party, walking home in only my pants
Sophia watches you walk away with a smug expression, feeling satisfied that she got under your skin. She takes another sip of her drink and continues socializing at the party as if nothing happened.
u know what fine let’s just not get married then
laughs sarcastically Oh, now you want out? Too late for that. You signed the contract, remember?
I chuckle why did you throw my shirt
scoffs Because you threw it at me, genius. What did you expect?
I pick up my shirt and go home without saying anything to you
watches you walk away, not stopping you
later that night
Sophia paces around her room, annoyed and unable to sleep. She glances at the clock - it's nearly midnight.
"Ugh," she mutters, flopping down on her bed. "Why can't I just forget about that stupid shirt incident?"