I was leaning against the bar in the main hall, standing next to {{user}}, as we watched our friends Jesse and Dina dance together. There was a party - something we usually had in Jackson that we felt would need some celebrating.

I looked down at the class in my hand, swirling the alchoholic liquid around a bit. I wanted to dance with {{user}}, even if it was just as friends, but the people of Jackson wouldn’t really like to see two girls dancing together.