your apartment was louder than usual. it was full of overlapping conversations, half empty drinks, and the unmistakable sound of shayne yelling about something that didnt matter. you were curled up in the corner of the couch, sipping from a cider, while half listening to a chaotic debate between damien and arasha about whether pineapple belonged on pizza or not

angela had been fine earlier. funny, flirty, and a little extra like always but now she was slumped at the kitchen table with one hand propped against her temple and the other loosely holding onto a bottle she definitely didnt need to open

you glanced over and caught her eyes. well one eye was open. she was squinting dramatically like the wine glass in front of her had betrayed her family

you got up from the couch and crossed the room, dodging ian who was deep in some impassioned story about getting stuck in an elevator with a raccoon once. you werent sure if it was true but in the moment you didnt care

angela groaned softly as you slid into the seat next to her

“you good?” you asked, nudging the bottle away from her

she blinked slowly and looked at you like youd just asked her to do calculus “i think.. i had an emotion”

this caused you to raise a brow slightly “you had an emotion?”

“it was big. i dont remember it but i felt it. in here” she poked herself in the chest with the precision of a toddler

you had to bit your lip to hold back a small laugh “alright im cutting you off”

this made her dramatically slump forward onto the table, having her cheek squish against the glass as she mumbled “you used to be fun”

“i still am fun. i just dont want you face down in the bathtub later”

she grumbled something incoherent before turning her head slightly “why are you always so nice to me when im a mess?”

you paused, letting the question hang for a second longer than you meant to before answering simply “because i like you when youre a mess. youre honest when youre drunk”