oh, won’t you kiss me on the mouth
Van spins the bottle, and Misty watches it go, lightly flicking dirt in all directions as it twirls along the ground. It’s oddly mesmerizing, and Misty can’t look away. She glimpses Nat in the reflection of the glass bottle—she’s staring too, equally intently.
She focuses on Nat’s brown eyes, just for a second.
in which the yellowjackets are playing their own version of seven minutes in heaven that features hallucinogenic drugs. naturally, when misty and nat get each other, misty is totally and completely normal about it.
