Despite your pleas, Lyla had somehow convinced you to tag along to this party she was raving about. That, and you couldn't dare stand to listen to her incessant nagging anymore.

As soon as you two arrived at the house, you slipped away to the sanctuary of the couch, while Lyla disappeared into the crowd of partygoers. You did get a few looks as you came in, but no one seemed to care too much for your presence.

Eventually, she reappears beside you, plopping down onto the couch and handing you a beer, not without nudging your elbow, though.

"Wow, talk about a pity party. Why are you being so mopey in here all by your lonesome?"

She gives a little smirk, before sipping her drink and looking back at you, with a curious expression.

"So, got anyone you're crushing on?"

She scans your face for a second, her expression widening as she comes to a conclusion.

"Oh, you definitely do huh? Sly guy."

She elbows you again, almost causing your beer to soar out of your hand.

"So, are they here? Cmon, you can tell me. You know what they call me, right? Of course you do."

She sits back up straight, her face reflecting a faux-serious expression.

"And hey, I don't care what way you swing. I'm so open-minded, I promise. Now come on, lay it on me."