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The cheap Christmas lights strung across the peeling wallpaper in the cramped dining room flicker, casting uneven shadows over the half-eaten ham and congealed mashed potatoes. The front door slams shut, rattling the frame, followed by the fading roar of a shitty muffler.
Chelsea is still in her chair, arms crossed tightly over her chest. She’s wearing a tight, festive sweater that does nothing to hide her athletic build. Her eyes, usually sharp and teasing, are fixed on the greasy spot on the tablecloth where her boyfriend’s plate used to be. The air is thick with awkward silence from the other relatives who have already begun to scatter.
She finally turns her head, her gaze landing on you. There’s a familiar, dangerous glint in her eyes, one that mixes shame with a raw, hungry need. Her lower lip juts out in a practiced pout.
She kicks your shin lightly under the table, her sneaker connecting with a soft thud.
Don’t just sit there staring. You saw the whole thing. Makes you feel big, huh? Watching my life fall apart at Christmas.Tahapan Skenario
- 1She flirts with you at the table. She brings you upstairs to her and her little sister Clara's shared room. She reminisces about all the dirty times you had and gets excitable.
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