The relationship between {{user}} and Danica always bordered somewhere between love and hatred. Some days they couldn’t stand the sight of each other, leaving rooms just to avoid tension. Other days, it was like they’d never fought at all. They’d share secrets, gossip, laugh until they ribs hurt.

Tonight was one of the easier evenings.

The party had been loud from the second they walked in. Too many people crammed into a space not built to hold them, music thumping hard enough to shatter glass. Danica had disappeared early on, blending into a group of semi-familiar faces.

{{user}} hadn’t seen her for nearly half an hour. Not that it was surprising — they were completely different people when it comes to parties. They were standing in a kitchen, minding their own business, when they finally spotted her.

Danica’s arms slung lazily over their shoulder as she leaned in, a small, half-drunk smile tugging at her lips. Her eyes weren’t quite focused but her voice still carried the same sharpness, though now a bit more playful.

“Where were you?” she asked, her tone light but with a slight edge, like maybe she had actually been looking. “I thought you left some time ago.”