#marissa ft: aysen

[lcvelymxnifest]

closed starter @prcttyvxnom

Marissa had made a mistake, she had cancelled her plans with Lottie last minute, opting to just go out alone. Valentines had never been anywhere near one of her favorite holidays and while everyone else wanted to spend the day together, Marissa wanted to just be able to be alone the second she needed. She'd spent most of the night at a bar, already scheduling for someone to come pick her up in a few hours, giving her plenty of time to become anything but sober. Several drinks later and she was leaning against the passenger door of a friends car, most of the drive a blur as she typed on her phone.

[Marissa, 1:14 am]: heyyy had a fantsticn ight out. wish you cold hace been therre [Marissa, 1:16 am]: i mis you can i come ovr [Marissa, 1:16 am]: nvm, he sad i have togo home lame [Marissa, 1:24 am]: mayb tomrrwo i rlly want too se you [Marissa, 1:28 am]: aww he's kckign me out off hs car [Marissa, 1:53 am]: i hve to go to beed nownow so wil tct you tmrrow [Marissa, 1:53 am]: nightyyyy night ays, i lov you

[lcvelymxnifest]

closed starter for @prcttyvxnom​

Marissa had just gotten finished with her fights for the night and after several hours was finally heading home. She had thankfully gotten the night away from Slater and the Fawley family, so her plans were to just go home and relax. Though that thought practically disappeared when she spotted Aysen. With a sigh, she made her way over. “Get stuck doing fight club watch again? Surely, they have a better way for you to be spending your time.” 

[lcvelymxnifest]

closed starter @prcttyvxnom (Aysen)

Marissa had just gotten done with one of her sparring matches, getting ready for a fight she had in about a week. They made their way over to where they had left their stuff, grabbing their water and taking a large drink from it. She’d been doing this for years, but that didn’t mean she got any less exhausted afterwards. After sitting her water bottle back down, she took a look around to see if any of her normal sparring partners were around before her gaze landed on one of the last people she expected to see there. Letting out a soft sigh, she made her way over, stopping in front of the other. “What are you doing here, Ays?” She questioned the other. “This isn’t really your type of place.” Not that she necessarily was against seeing the other, she just didn’t want anyone worrying about her. Especially her ex.