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chapter 13
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cw :: alcohol & mentions of weed
THE MUSIC BOOMED IN THE BACKGROUND, y/n feeling the beat deep in her stomach. She sat hunched over the drink she managed to grab before being dragged into this room, one of her knees pressed against her chest as the other leg crossed over.
A group of people sat in what seemed like a large closet, except, being the mansion that this place was, they were surrounded by a multitude of other, walk-in closets, which would surely make the experience more interesting, if not faster paced.
"Welcome to Momo's Manor!" She heard a voice yell, slurred and very clearly bent out of shape. y/n looked up, her eyes widening when she saw the absolutely spent girl in front of her, her long black hair flowing messily down her back as she struggled to stand, the hard liquor in her glass swiveling.
That wasn't what caught her attention though, it was the promiscuity in the revealing outfit that she wore, the short dress tightly hugging her curves; her chest especially prominent since the dress was tighter around that area.
"How are we all doing today?" Momo asked, lively in spirit despite her rakish appearance. Her question was answered with a series of "whoop"s and yells, people holding their drinks in the air.
y/n cringed looking around the crowded circle, already feeling her social battery drain at a fast pace. She looked down at Mina, who had her head leaned on her shoulder, smiling dopily.
She found herself looking around the circle for anybody familiar, though she was unpleasantly denied of that comfort. Despite the already full circle, people seemed to continue to file in or watch from the sidelines while others danced the night away in the other room(s).
"There's only one rule: you either go in the closet and kiss or makeout, shit, make love, I don't care—" she giggled as a series of gasps filled the room, "Or," she held up a medium sized glass filled to the brim with—presumably— the same hard liquor that hers was filled with, "You chug this."
