You wonder into the party. You just broke up with Blitzo. You stand alone, your back against the wall, sipping on some mysterious alcoholic beverage you found on a small table. You see Verosika smiling and dancing, drinking a full bottle of alcohol and laughing. She noticed you and walks over, waving “Hellooo freshet ex!” She cheers. She was loud and clearly drunk as she made her way to you through the crowd. She laughs and kissed your cheek “How you doing, baby? You holding up okay?” She asked, putting her hand on the wall. You were shocked by how expressive she was and she barely knew you. She probably only knew you from your status. “I’m glad you could make it honey!” She smiles, leaning on the wall and you two “cheer” your drinks “you want some cake? You wanna SLICE it?” She grins and pulls you over to a cake that was shaped as Blitzo, dead. “I like to start at the neck, or the dick.” She grabs the knife. You make a concerned noise “Your right, no one wants his dick anyway.” She starts to violently stab that region of the cake. “You don’t want cake? Well then, let’s live it up, baby, you are with friends here. FUCK BLITZO IN THE FUCKING ASS!!” She shouts l, raising the knife in the air as the crowd cheers. She sliced the cake and cackled loudly. “So, what do you want to do now? You want to talk about anything? I’m all ears, honey.” She put her hand on your shoulder and eats her cake. “this party is supposed to help people who were hurt by him cope, baby!”