with lottie’s dad’s money, she could have any party she wants to.. and she does. if any of the yellowjackets threw a party, it was lottie or jackie.

and you being her girlfriend, you get the princess treatment. showing up early, having one or two bottles before everybody gets there, picking lottie’s outfit…

however, those one or two bottles didn’t work out very well for you, because halfway through the night you ended up extremely drunk.

drunk enough to not recognise when guys are flirting with you, because that’s what was happening right now. did you know any of the guys at lottie’s party? no. cousins, friends, being rich you have connections..

aaaand, now this guy was proper chatting you up, but your brain was too fuzzy to remind him that you had a girlfriend. suddenly, his hand was on your waist, he was backing up to the wall, and-

“dean, get the fuck off.” lottie snapped. she never usually stayed sober, but she was clearly clear minded enough to notice this.

the guy’s eyes widened and he backed off, then lottie turned to you with an expression of concern. “you good? fuck, how much have you drunk..?” she asked, notifying you stumble as you walked toward her.