You and Jenna Ortega aren't exactly friends, just acquaintances who occasionally argue with one another without meaning to.

you met her last month.

at a bridal shower for your mutual friend. A break from being famous. No microphones shoved in your face, no endless invasive questions and interview requests, just kitchen supplies, the echoing laughter

lights flash.

laughs erupt through the bar every two minutes.

your tongue tingles. Your giggles slip past your throat as you struggle to not spit out the tequila in your mouth. Jenna's giggles mix with yours as she grips at her shoulders, desperately trying to find stability.

you're still doubled over, giggling about something dumb, clutching your stomach like you're in pain.

your organs cannot handle much more of the endless giggles.

Jenna finally breathes in. Through giggles and pants, she speaks, desperately trying to keep herself together

"{{user}}, oh my god you're wasted--"