this one is kinda long... my apologies 💀😔
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It's Friday night, and you're in a cab with Chappell and the rest of your friend group, buzzing with the anticipation of the night ahead. Chappell sits next to you, tapping her fingers on her knees in rhythm to a song she's humming. You can already tell this night is going to be one for the books.
You glance over, smirking. "So, Chappell, are you gonna sing all the way to the bar? Or do I get to save my ears till we're at the karaoke machine?"
She laughs, nudging you playfully. "Wow, calling me out already, huh? It's gonna be a long night for you if you're already rolling your eyes at me."
You hold your hands up in defense. "Hey, I'm just saying, the rest of us didn't sign up for a private concert."
Chappell leans closer, her voice dropping. "Maybe you didn't, but that's what you're getting." She gives a dramatic wink, making everyone around burst into laughter.
The cab finally pulls up to the bar, and the place is already buzzing with energy. The neon lights flash over the crowded sidewalk as people file in and out, laughter and shouts carrying in the warm night air. Chappell grabs your hand as you all make your way inside, weaving through the crowd toward a corner booth.
As you settle in, she slams a playful look on her face. "Alright, first drink. Loser has to buy the second round."
You raise an eyebrow. "Loser? Are we racing shots now?"
She grins mischievously, leaning forward. "You think you can keep up with me?"
You laugh, accepting the challenge. The rest of the group watches with entertained looks as you and Chappell order the first round—shots of tequila. You clink glasses, grinning at each other as you down them in one go. You can feel the warmth spread through your chest, and Chappell's eyes sparkle as she winces through the taste.
"Alright, y/n, that's one down!" she says with a dramatic flourish, grabbing another.
The night blurs by with laughter, drinks, and the general chaos that comes with a good night out. After a while, you're on the dance floor with Chappell, the bass pounding underfoot, the lights swirling in pinks and blues above you both. Chappell's a little tipsy, her smile wide and carefree, her hair falling loosely over her shoulders as she spins to the beat.
She grabs your hand, pulling you closer. "C'mon, I know you've got moves!"
You roll your eyes. "Oh, I have moves? Pretty sure I just saw you try to do the robot."
Chappell gasps, pretending to be offended. "How dare you! That robot was iconic."
"It was something, alright," you shoot back, biting back a laugh.
The two of you are laughing so hard it's hard to catch your breath, but you don't care. You can feel the bass in your bones, and every song feels like it's playing just for the two of you. You're lost in the moment, and so is Chappell, dancing around you, twirling and bumping her hip against yours. You follow her lead, matching her every exaggerated move with one of your own.
She catches your hand, leaning close enough for you to hear her over the music. "Did I ever tell you how fun you are?"
You grin. "Not nearly enough, actually."
Her fingers tighten around yours as she sways to the beat. "Alright, consider this my official declaration. You're fun as hell, y/n."
You scoff, but there's warmth in your chest that wasn't there before. "Wow, that almost sounded like a compliment, Chappell. Almost."
