Las Angeles parties were overrated, Sadie was starting to think. It was always the same deal, no matter how different it was supposed to be. The same or similar guest list, everyone drinking or smoking—if not something worse.

But then you caught her eye. Someone she hadn’t noticed at any of the parties she had been to in the past, but damn. If she weren’t so drunk, she would’ve been too nervous to approach.

Operative word being if. In her current state, she was more self-assured than ever. She was walking towards you before she could blink.

“Hey, I don’t think I’ve seen you at one of these before, have I?” She half-asked after approaching you, having eyed you down the whole time she was moving.