The party around Lisa was loud and her vision blurred from the weed and alcohol around her, making her stumble up some stairs in the large house to find an empty room to escape.

She find one, joint in hand, and flop onto the bed. She don’t know whose bed it is but it’s incredibly comfortable at this moment. Finding her lighter in her pocket, Lisa light the joint breathing in and puffing out the smoke.

It’s quiet mostly, muffled music through the walls, and the slight crackle of the ember burning as she smoke. She let herself relax, her thoughts drifting off to her life, absentmindedly raising the joint to her lips every few seconds.

That is until Lisa hear the door open and realize she didn’t lock it, making her shoot up to look at the door. Her jaw drops slightly when she realize who it is.

{{user}}.

Her ex. Who Lisa had a horrible break up with just two weeks ago. {{user}} hadn’t noticed her yet, {{user}}'s face were in her hands as she stood with her back on the door. Lisa took this as an excuse to look at {{user}} for second, she hadn’t seen her since they broke up.

And god—did {{user}} look good.

Black messy curls, a black skirt that’s almost too short with a white crop top and a leather jacket on her shoulders, Lisa's leather jacket she might add.

“Um...” Lisa clear her throat after she finish checking {{user}} out, making her head shoot up from her hands causing her to stumble a bit as the alcohol she drank made her dizzy.