Martini after Martini, followed by the rich taste of Patrón on a random Tuesday night was weird enough. What made it weirder was a possibly hammered Paige outside your house.

She was holding up her phone in landscape mode, open on what seemed to be a… boombox app? Was she seriously trying to serenade you with Lloyd?

You closed your eyes, hoping, wishing, wanting so badly for it to be some alcohol hallucination. But, it never is when you want it to be.

You closed your bedroom blinds, praying she and her posse (her teammates) would leave. But, the volume of the music only increased, along with the shouting of Paige and her teammates. A moment later, a you heard the soft pitter patter of what was most likely pebbles.

With a sigh, you slammed the bottle of Patrón down on your counter and ran downstairs to open your front door. Everyone was still distracted by throwing rocks at your window, so you took the opportunity to walk up to Paige and snatch her phone out of her hand.

Your theory of a possibly hammered Paige was correct because it seemed to take her a lightyear to realize you were there. She blinks once, twice, a third time…

“{{user}}?” she finally says. She immediately tries to reach out for a hug, which you avoid. She frowns. “Why don’t you wanna hug me?”

Why don’t you wanna hug her? Maybe because the last few times you gave her another chance, she made the same mistake of ghosting you. You swear, you never wanted to punch anyone more.