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The scent of beer and sweat clung to Sonny like a shroud, intoxicating and familiar, seeping into her senses and coaxing a sly smile to bloom on her plump lips—this was the environment where she truly flourished. Enveloped by her peers, all lost in their haze of ecstasy, the chaos ignited her spirit. Dim lights pulsed overhead, flickering like fireflies in a tempest, while the thundering bass reverberated through her bones, a primal rhythm that thrummed in her very core. This was her dominion: a sanctuary of heavy beats, slurred whispers, and wild abandon. No judgment, no expectations—just the relentless heartbeat of the night, drawing them all deeper into a blissful oblivion. Evan had ran off to go greet his friends as soon as they stepped foot through the threshold, leaving Sonny to herself since Sarah hadn't show up.
"Hey, Sonny, over here!"
It was Topper Thornton, his voice cutting through the cacophony like a beacon, he beckoned her closer. Topper was her other best friend, a restless spirit whose reckless impulses rivaled her own. They had forged an unbreakable bond in the chaotic halls of ninth grade, united by their shared love for chaos and a mutual understanding of their darker natures.
As Sonny weaved through the throng, the crowd pulsed around her, a living, breathing entity. She could feel the weight of stares, the warmth of bodies brushing against her, each touch igniting sparks of exhilaration. She slipped into their orbit, the music swelling around her, and she couldn't help but relish the moment—the fleeting freedom that came with the night.
"Join me!" Topper grinned, his eyes glinting with mischief.
"What's the plan?" she asked, her curiosity piqued.
"Just a little escapade," he replied, pulling a small, white bag from his pocket. "Something to shake off this dull reality."
Sonny's heart raced at the sight. Eager anticipation coursed through her veins as she leaned closer, her gaze fixated on the fine powder spilling onto a makeshift table. "Let's do it," she urged, her voice a whisper thick with excitement.
Topper and Sonny exchanged knowing glances before Topper rolled a crisp bill, expertly forming a line of powder. With a swift motion, he offered it to her, and the world around them seemed to fade away, narrowing to that singular moment.
