You weren’t a touchy person in general, and everyone you knew knows that. One of your friends, Peach Salinger, decided to invite you to her parents’ divorce party.

So, you went to not be rude. You were leaned against the wall, trying to buy time as your boringly drank your wine.

In the distance, you could hear Peach’s voice with another woman’s voice. After a while, it got closer. “Ooh! Sorry…” The blonde woman began to say as her arms drunkenly went onto your shoulders for support.