she's lost count. the amount of fights, break ups, and make ups, and everything in between. and, well, a part of her has given up on any sense of a normalcy filled relationship. left to stew in her own feelings, anger and everything else. a red solo cup in hand, the haze of smoke and shrieks of loud voices invade her senses. unaware of the time, but all too aware of the tingling in her finger tips. not only has she lost count of how many fights she's had with her on again off again boyfriend, she's also lost count of how many drinks she's had to dull her senses. tucked away in a corner, legs crossed and eyes scanning the room. separated since they'd arrived, and yura's ready to leave. she has been since they stepped through the doorway of an overcrowded fraternity house. obnoxiously loud music and obnoxiously touchy boys. her limits her pushed, the buzz she currently has going on keeps her content and calm. stood too quickly, a rush to her senses and head. slightly stumbled movements until she gains her bearings back and she's pushing herself through the moulded bodies of classmates and strangers alike. he's lent against a wall, grin etched and eyes against a small frame. laughter and sparkled eyes and yura's hit her end. it's a game of cat and mouse. it always has been from the very beginning and she's finally starting to come to the realisation that nothing about their relationship is a healthy matter. and she wants to let go, truly she does. and it's like clockwork, every time she tries she's reeled back in somehow. and it's with a charming smile and lust filled actions that start the vicious cycle over again. harsh filled steps and fists curled at her sides, a blazing glare sent the way of an unknown female and she's shooing her away with a flick of her hand. muttered profanities and an angered filled gaze shot upward, "what the fuck." finger jammed into his chest repeatedly and she's absolutely seething, "that's it, i'm done." a slight slur of words, but she holds her ground, "we're done."