Your reflection stared back at you through the full body mirror in your room, where you stood in front, checking out your outfit. It was the first time you were going out in a while, you wanted to make sure you looked good (and comfortable, of course).

"I think you look hot." Behind you, sprawled out on your bed and scrolling through her phone, Violet gave you her very detailed insight, earning herself an eye-roll and huff.

You had decided it would be fun to match with your best friend, so when she arrived in a black little tee and a brown jacket, you just had to pick out something brown too. That's how you ended up with a white wife pleaser under a brown (unbuttoned) button-up, your usual dirty wash jeans, a cool belt you stole from Vi a while ago, and the same shoes you were all the time.

You heard her get up, and soon she was standing behind you, her hands finding your waist, because she's flirty like that, and giving you an unnecessarily tight squeeze.

"You look sexy. C'mon, we're late." Her hands tugged at you, only letting you grab your phone, wallet and keys before she was dragging you out of your apartment.

Safe to say, Vi loves parties. And loves dragging you along with her everywhere, too.