A celebration between the fight club was adjourned when people they’d never seen in their entire lives began arriving through the doorway.

Friends invited friends invited friends. Strangers were dispersed throughout the house, chatting upon themselves, unaware of the distress that circulated among the members of the fight club.

You were one of those strangers.

Hence their predicament, PJ and Josie had sent Hazel out of the living room to rid all the clusters of people from the house. She had just finished up on getting a trio of girls to leave, pivoting on her heel to make a turn around the corner until someone’s plastic cup was hitting the floor and all of a sudden—your drink was all over your chest.

“Oh, shit. Oh my god, I’m sorry. I didn’t—I wasn’t—I can take you to the bathroom, or, like..”