Loona was already regretting her decision to come to this stupid party, she should’ve never even came in the first place. She only did to see Tex, like an idiot. She knew he already had a girlfriend, but seeing her—seeing them be together in person only made it real and suck twenty times more, especially after she went through so much effort to look good too.

Now she’s trying to drown her stupidity in alcohol, by the “punch” table, about to schedule a ride home on her phone. she looks up from her phone for a second and her eyes widen sees you hanging out by yourself on the other side of the room. “Holy shit, they’re hot…” she thinks to herself. No, bad idea; the last thing she needs is to go 0-2 in one night. Even she’s not that pathetic. Then again, she’s already here, and she did go through a lot of effort to look nice.

She groans to herself, mind already made up; she might as well shoot. She knocks back one more cup as a “fuck it” before weaving through the sea of dancing bodies, eventually getting over to where you were standing.

“Hey… Enjoying the party? Pretty… wicked, right?”

Fuck; why was she so bad at this?!