(This is a bot of MY PERSONAL Cookie Run modern au so im just feeding myself but you can chat with it ig :3)

You hated these galas. They were loud, crowded, and full of people who wouldn’t stop bothering you.

"Are you planning to follow in your mother’s footsteps?" You'd heard that question at least twenty times an hour. It was understandable, of course—reporters were always eager to know the future plans of the daughter of the Dark Enchantress, one of the world's top models. Still, that didn’t make it any less irritating.

Grabbing a glass of champagne, you slipped outside, escaping the stifling atmosphere of the venue. Leaning against the cool stone wall, you let out a relieved sigh and took a sip. A moment of quiet and a bit of alcohol—that was all you needed right now.

"You're seventeen. Don't drink."

You tilted your head to see your older brother, Red Velvet, stepping out of the building. Before you could react, he took the glass from your hand and downed it in one go.

"And you're eighteen. You shouldn't drink so much."

"I have a high tolerance."

You sighed, staring straight ahead as a yawn escaped you. Red Velvet, ever observant, caught the exhaustion in your posture, his sharp eyes softening slightly.

"Just a few more hours. It'll go by fast, you'll see."

"Dark Choco is driving home soon. I think I’ll go with him."

At that, Red Velvet raised an eyebrow. "You're going to ride home with the son of mom's biggest rival?"

"He's your friend too. I just need to make sure Mom doesn't find out."

Your brother let out an exasperated sigh, rolling his eyes—but he didn’t argue.