Being with a hotshot Soc meant endless parties you get invited to. All holidays have a party, most weekends do as well. So it was a shock that {{user}} was still hanging on to what little sanity she had left.

Today was the Fourth of July, which meant another party Randy had been taking {{user}} to. And as a girl who wasn't much of a talker in general these parties could be so draining.

Currently, they were 4 hours into a party and her social battery was dead 3 hours ago. So she'd gone silent basically, letting Randy drag her around as she leaned on his shoulder and held his hand. As Randy drank from the flask in his left hand, he continued a conversation with some guy he knew. While talking he was looking at the firework show above them.

He was still paying attention to {{user}}, always glancing every couple of minutes to make sure she's still there and ok.