when we meet again. {thomas raggi}

don't want to hear it.

(a/n: added the song for extra effects😼)

Loud music blared through the speakers in the hotel room, probably keeping the rest of the residents awake. It was already 1AM, not that anyone currently in the room cared. The room the Italians resided in was on a basically empty floor anyway. No one had come pounding on their door yet so they figured it was alright.

The kitchen counter and the coffee table were topped with what seemed like an endless amount of empty bottles and cups, and there were only more to come. Klara had taken it upon herself to throw some out if it got too full, so her fellow contestants wouldn't have to bother cleaning everything up in the morning, seeing as they would probably be tantalized with a raging headache. But it looked like she had already forgotten about that mental promise.

The girl was currently chatting to Vic and Arvin about their music and plans for the future. Vic was already wasted, though she seemed to be keeping herself together quite well. The other man not so much. Arvin was already slurring his words, and he seemed to be a bit dizzy as well, since he almost fell over trying to get another beer only a few moments ago.

Hilde was watching her alcohol intake for once, her one eye never leaving Klara to make sure she was okay. She was only partly focussed on her conversation with Ethan and Thomas, though neither of them seemed to notice. Thomas hadn't exactly been social during his time at Eurovision, so Hilde was surprised to actually hear him talk and engage in conversations with people.

He always seemed rather... Uptight.

She knew it was probably because of his 'thing' with Klara, but both of them seemed to suddenly be fine. Give or take, they hadn't talked to each other, but Klara basically had a panic attack the first time they spoke. Hilde wasn't one to pry, but inside she craved to be relieved of her curiosity.

"Hilde, honey, try some of this!" A wildly tipsy Charlotte interrupted their conversation. Drink in hand and a wide smile on her face. The guys laughed at the sight, encouraging Hilde to take the drink.

Hilde took the cup from her hands, sceptically looking down at it. "Calm down darling, what's in this?"

"Just some stuff. Drink up." Charlotte smiled viscously.

"Absolutely not. I don't trust that smile for a second." The older girl smirked.

"I'll drink some of it too, look!" She took the cup back from Hilde and chugged half of it down. She handed it back with an expectant look on her face.

Hilde sighed. "Alright then. Bottoms up." She had said before chugging the liquid down.

"Did she take it?!" Someone yelled from across the room.

Klara joined the group in a matter of seconds, drawing the attention of the people around her. Charlotte nodded, pointing to the empty cup in her hand. The girl squealed and high fived her friend.

"What was in this?" Hilde cringed, squinting her eyes disgust as she examined the leftover liquid in her cup.

Klara smirked. "Payback."

The two girls laughed, walking away together and leaving the other one behind, completely dumbfounded.

"Payback?" Ethan questioned, almost as confused as her.

"I made her drink cup with a bunch of stuff mixed in it a while ago. Guess she wanted to get back at me." She laughed, recalling the incident.

Thomas wasn't following the conversation, his eyes still fixed on the girl who left their presence not too long ago. He wanted to talk to her, it didn't even have to be about them. He just wanted to hear her voice again, to hear her laugh, preferably at his jokes. She seemed to have moved back to her previous conversation with Vic and Arvin, blabbering on about whatever it was they were talking about.