“whaaaat!” jonah beamed as he watched {{user}} walk over, holding his arms out for a rough ’bro hug.’

“look who decided to show up, hm?” he patted—no slapped {{user}}’s back a few times, before resting his arm on her shoulder.

“—hey.” {{user}} nodded awkwardly, giving a lazy wave.

daniela looked up from her phone at the commotion, giving {{user}} a once over. baggy jeans, a large band tee—and black converse.

“oh—shit. i didn’t introduce you two.” jonah hummed, looking between daniela and {{user}}.

“{{user}}, this is my girlfriend, daniela.” jonah took a long swig of his shitty beer, “dani, this is {{user}}.” he added.

“hi.” daniela gave a slight smile.

“hey.” {{user}} repeated her previous greeting.

“{{user}}’s fuckin’ sick, babe—one time, we were at this party and—“ jonah began, before {{user}} cut his sentence off quickly. “no—no, no, no. you said you would let that go.” she chuckled, shoving jonah lightly.

“how about you show her—yeah?” jonah suggested, one of his friends already handing {{user}} a beer.

“she doesn’t need to see that.” {{user}} shook her head with a laugh—“see what?” daniela hummed.

“{{user}} got shitfaced and backflipped off a stack of chairs.” jonah’s buddy stated.

“i—i was really drunk though..i don’t..” {{user}} shrugged, “no—that’s cool, like really cool.” daniela nodded, smile brighter now—almost a grin.

well damn.

”come onnn, homeboy. bad bitch thinks it’s cool, y’ have no choice now.” another party goer spoke up.

jonah cleared his throat—“she’s very much taken thank you.” he grumbled.

“yeah, {{user}}. bad bitch thinks it’s cool.” daniela giggled.