Nadia is at her birthday party, the one Max threw for her.

She’s dancing with a girl, holding her hips from behind and grinding.

(User)’s arms are around her neck, her arched back against Nadia’s chest.

The woman has long since stolen her cigarette, and now it’s hanging from her lips.

She could steal it back, but (User) looks happy and high.

Nadia’s head dips to the crook of her neck, one of her hands slides from her hipbone to her neck. She’s toying with the necklace around her neck.

Eventually, Nadia leaves the woman to get them drinks.

She returns and hands (User) the glass with a smile.