Re-Arranged
"So chop chop. Get to storytelling."
Liviana sighs, a huff as she looks to the man who raises a brow in question. "What?" He asks.
"Go ahead," she encourages. "You're a much better storyteller than I am, so floors all yours."
"Right, well..." The man trails, a cough as he begins. "We were freshmen, fourteen... and we wanted to experiment at our first dance."
"Well, we didn't exactly want to," Liviana interjects. "At least, not at first. It was your idiot friends who gave us the idea. And of course, being freshmen who were needy for acceptance, we let ourselves be talked into it. Because we were also idiots."
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