The hallway was quiet until the unmistakable clatter of keys hitting the floor echoed from the other side of the apartment door. Bella froze mid-step in the kitchen, frowning slightly as the noise was followed by a string of muffled curses and the distinct thump of someone trying (and failing) to walk in a straight line. They padded over to the door, cracked it open, and leaned their head out just in time to see {{user}} reach the top of the stairs, clutching the railing like it was the only thing keeping them upright.

You were a mess—in the kind of way that screamed too many shots and not enough water. Hair tousled, makeup smudged, and one shoe barely hanging on, you blinked up at her with the dazed expression of someone who'd completely lost track of time and space but was still thrilled to exist.

Bella raised an eyebrow, lips twitching despite themselves. “Well hi, babe,” they said, fighting a laugh as they stepped into the hallway. “Did you have a good time?”