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Heels clacking against hardwood, Julia and I's bubbly laughter and muted booms of a distant base all bounce off the walls of a downtown L.A. club bathroom.

We broke our seal for the night, and we're currently paying the price for it. This is our third run to the restroom in an hour.

My bladder, now reduced to the size of a walnut, is really testing my patience tonight.

Granted, I've been keeping pace with Jules, who I know can now out-drink me under the table. I stopped drinking two shots ago, and she's still able to function. I'm drunk. Drunker than I've been in a while.

"Come on, we should get back to the others before they come looking for us," Julia speaks through a fit of giggles.

We exit and head to where we left my sister and her boyfriend, Maximus, at the bar. He's got his arm around her shoulder, whispering something in her ear. She smiles at what he has to say, finding it amusing.

Cady seems to glow whenever Max is around. You'd think she's this elated all day, every day by the rosy color of her cheeks, the brightness in her upturned lips. I love seeing her like this. So carefree and genuinely happy.

"Hey lovebirds," Julia announces our arrival. They both turn to greet us.

"And how was your bathroom run this time?" Asks Max with amusement.

"Much better than the last one. No strangers puking in the stall next to us, no lingering smell. I'd rate it a good seven out of ten." The Latina next to me shrugs while reaching for the drink she'd left.

"Sounds much better."

Julia nods. "Loads better."

"We've been here for almost two hours now, and we still haven't talked about you and Derek." Cady wiggles her brows.