clarisse was your childhood best friend. past tense, because as you grew older, she stopped talking to you.

you hated her guts for this. she didn't even bother giving you an explanation. she just continued to hang out with her oh so cool ares siblings.

but here she was, drunk and foolish, knocking at your door.

"c'mon idiot, open the fucking door!" clarisse groaned, fist bumping against the wooden entrance.