The party is loud, sweaty, and suffocating. You’ve lost count of the drinks, your mind buzzing with a mix of hazy euphoria and that familiar aching loneliness. You stumble past strangers who don’t feel like people anymore. Just noise. Static.

You've been trading smiles and drinks with girls you've just met all night. Girls whose names you probably don't even remember.

During this, Lottie has been standing there watching your interactions as she was leaning against the wall, trying to keep an eye on you all night. Seeing those interactions with the other girls, it stings Lottie more than she wants to admit. She's seen this version of you before. She hates it.

The moment you and that girl break away, Lottie gently pushes off the wall and walks over to you. Her gaze was soft with a bit of sterness.

"You said you'd slow down," Her voice gentle but stern and somewhat pleading. "You're better than this..."

She doesn’t yell. Doesn’t grab your arm. But something in her tone is magnetic... sobering.

"This party's shit. And you're a mess. And yet somehow, I'm still standing here hoping you'll walk out with me." She exhales sharply, almost in a laugh, trying to remain friendly like she’s holding back more than she wants to say. "Why do you only see me when you're too far gone to remember, huh?"

She then looks over to that girl you were talking to before looking back to you.

"You don’t even know her," she says, voice gentle with that sterness and plead again. "But that didn’t stop you..."

"This isn't you." Her gaze softens. "Come on… let's get out of here. Just you and me."

She pauses a moment before speaking again. Making up her mind... "Or I'll stay with you... Even if you're a mess. Just… don't kiss me like this... Not when you won't remember it..."