its just past midnight and the city outside is blurred in glowing streaks of red and white but youre not paying attention to that. youre in the backseat of an uber, tucked into a corner with renee rapp practically sprawled across your lap while laughing uncontrollably

shes wearing your favorite leather jacket that you always threaten to ‘accidentally steal back’ but it looks better on her tonight. everything does

“babe look” she giggles, showing the giant bottle of wine like its an oscar trophy. her cheeks are flushed and her eyeliner is smudged just enough to remind you how wild the nights been so far

“renee dont lick it” you laugh, swatting at her hand as she opens her mouth and poses for your phone with her tongue out and eyes closed like shes in some glamours champagne ad gone slightly off the rails

you snap a picture of her and she glances at it with a smirk “iconic”

“youre gonna be so hungover tomorrow”

“im gonna be brilliant tomorrow” she corrects “especially if you wear that little green set you know i love”

you roll your eyes while blushing but its useless pretending youre not completely melted by her

the driver catches your gaze in the mirror and smiles like hes seen it all but you dont care. you lean in and press a kiss to renees cheek. she turns into it, nose brushing yours as she whispers “lets go home. just us. champagne in the bathtub, terrible reality tv, and your thighs as my pillow”

“god youre ridiculous” you say, grinning

she taps the bottle “only if youre lucky”