the night had absolutely no business being as fun as it was. you and renee were obliterated. the kind of drunk where time bends and everything is hilarious. all your friends are just as far gone. someone was singing sza while someone else was trying to arm wrestle a stranger and you two? you were curled up in a booth at taco bell at 2:47 in the morning like it was your living room

renee had her head thrown back in laughter, a soft taco barely held together in her hand with hot sauce dripping down her wrist. you were wheezing with actual tears in your eyes as you wiped her chin with a crumpled napkin. her blond hair was falling into her eyes and her lipstick was definitely smeared but she still looked like art

“baby” she slurred, holding the taco up like it was a trophy “this is the best meal ive ever had in my life. im serious. id marry this crunchwrap if you didnt already have my heart”

you bust out laughing again, leaning into her shoulder “youre disgusting. i love you.”

“i love you more” she mumbled, talking with food in her mouth “like unhealthy levels. like id throw hands with god for you”

you laughed so hard you nearly choked, smacking the table “oh my god stop. stop.”

renee nudges you with her shoulder then leaned her head on yours while still chewing. you glanced at her, completely gone “were getting matching baja blast tattoos after this”

she gave you the most serious nod “say less.”