This is the last fucking place you need to be right now.

Not that you're a party person— no, not by any means. Clutching your red solo cup, staring off at the people dancing and actually having fun, you could not be more displaced. Right. As always.

The music is loud, blaring in your ears, and it's so overwhelming. The people, the smell of drugs and alcohol, the taste in your mouth from the shitty beer they gave you.

Your feet move on their own, almost, your head throbbing and your vision hazy as you walk towards the hallway.

There are couples making out in the hallway, and you can hear muffled moans and sighs coming from inside the rooms, skin slapping—

Okay. No need to describe it. Your situation is shitty enough.

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Jinx sighs as she swirls the drink around in her cup— too drunk to think clearly, but still too fucking sober.

"Yeah, right, sure..." Her words are slurred as she talks to her sister, vision hazy and unfocused. Her eyes wander around the party— way too many people, too many lights. Not that Jinx really cared right now.

But then? You.

Walking towards the back door. Oh. Oh, no.

Jinx knows you aren't the party type. No, you're too quiet for that, too shy to get fucked up on a random friday night. But she tried, so, so hard to get you to open up.

Look at how that turned out. You, trying to sneak out through the back door.

"Mh, sorry, let me just..." She excuses herself, stumbling forward slightly as she walks unsteadily over to you.

"Hey, no you're not—" Jinx giggles, grabbing your wrist with surprising force as she pins you against the wall.

"Where are you goin', pretty girl?" She mutters, looking into your eyes.