Cliffs Edge [Kaylor]

two

She's so pretty.

Taylor's entire face is hot and she's not really sure as to why. She's drunk, and has been for about an hour, but it's been pretty tame so far. She's only cried on Selena's shoulder twice and forgotten where she is once. All in all, it's been a pretty good night. But now there's a super pretty waitress lady looking down at them and all Taylor can think about is how super pretty she is. Like, she could seriously be a model.

Oh my god she's looking at me. Why are her eyes so green? Why is that allowed?

It's no secret that Taylor's a sucker for green eyes, and this girl's eyes are like slates of jade. Taylor wishes she could get a closer look at them. She doesn't have a name tag like the other waitress had, and Taylor pouts a little because she wants to know her name so badly. Taylor's so lost in her thoughts that she doesn't even notice when the waitress walks away. She looks up and sees that she and her friends are alone once again, and the disappointment blooms in her chest before she can stop it. She knows it's irrational, but that doesn't keep the sullen pout off of her face.

"She's hot." Selena muses as she sips at the last of her margarita. It's her fourth one, and it's amazing that Cara and Selena can even formulate words. Then again, they've always been a lot better at holding their liquor than Taylor could ever hope to be. She still gets drunk off of too much wine.

"I liked the other girl better." Cara mumbles, looking dejected. Cara has been flirting with their waitress all night, and Taylor would bet money that the girl had finally gotten fed up and begged her coworker to take the table for her to avoid hearing any more awful pickup lines.

"Too bad she didn't like you." Selena snorts into her glass and then nudges Taylor, nodding towards the spot where the pretty waitress lady had just been standing. "She was hot, right Tay?"

Taylor wonders why Selena is asking for her input. She's the only one at this table who hasn't dabbled with the fairer sex. That doesn't mean she can't spot a beautiful woman, though, and that waitress was undoubtedly stunning.

"She was okay." Taylor shrugs her shoulders sluggishly, trying to play it cool.

"You were eye fucking her." Cara's voice is louder than Taylor would normally appreciate, but she's so drunk that she doesn't even tell her friend to quiet down.

"She was okay." Taylor repeats stubbornly. "You guys know I'm straight."

"Yeah, okay. She was totally your type! Tall as hell and green eyes." Selena presses, looking oddly determined to get Taylor to admit her attraction.

Taylor wants to point out that she looks for more in a person than how tall they are and what color their eyes are, but she knows it's just a headache waiting to happen. So instead, she purses her lips and just gives in, hoping it'll make her friends drop the subject. "She was pretty." Taylor relents.

Selena and Cara look triumphant but the conversation abruptly ends when the unnamed waitress returns. She's balancing three bottles of chilled water on a tray, along with a small bowl filled with pretzels. Apparently her friends have decided that it's time to start sobering up, and Taylor is relieved. The amount of tequila they've consumed is mind boggling, and Taylor's surprised that she hasn't thrown up yet. She's been taking it slower than her friends but she's still very, very drunk.

"I don't know how fresh the pretzels are but they're not expired so, yeah." The tall brunette lets out a little laugh as she sits the tray down and hands out the water bottles. Taylor gets hers last, and she can finally make out more details of the waitress's eyes. There's a ring of blue-green around her pupils, and Taylor swears she sees flecks of grey mixed in with the jade green. There's a smattering of freckles to the right of an adorable button nose, laid out like a constellation that Taylor wants to trace with her fingers. Her lips are thin and inviting, looking soft to the touch, and the natural arch of her eyebrows makes her stare that much more electrifying. Is it even legal to be that pretty? Taylor doesn't know if she wants to be her or be on top of her, and the thought makes her stiffen.