Where we come from

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Radha

"This is literally the fifth time this month that she's been in this state, we seriously need to put her on a vodka ban or, like, send her to rehab or something. We've been playing county for 3 years, how on earth has she been able to keep up with that when she can't remember her name most Saturday nights?" Radha managed to rant all of this off over the pounding bass of house music whilst wrapping an arm around the waist of a somehow still semi-coherent Neala who had just polished off a 70cl of Smirnoff, her one true love. 

"I have no idea, but I'd be lying if I said I wasn't slightly impressed." Donnacha replied, trying his best to suppress a laugh, knowing this would have been a red rag to the bull that is Radha. He grabs Neala's other arm and together they hoist her off the crowded kitchen floor, which she had decided was an adequate place for a spot of power napping.

"Lisssten bitches... Don't get mad just because sssome of us know how to sesh harder than others", Neala slurred.

"No bitch, you listen. The sesh is fun, you know what isn't fun? Liver transplants", Radha shot back. Neala merely rolled her eyes. Well, attempted to, with her eyes seemingly getting stuck halfway around and fluttering open and closed a few times. Donnacha watched the interaction in amusement and mustered his best poker face, but the shots he had done earlier were doing him no favours, and his clearly evident dimples told no lies.

Radha spun on him immediately after they dropped Neala on the couch next to Kane, her best friend. 

"Excuse me, Dumb-cha? Is something funny?" Radha questioned.

"What? Not at all! Nothing, never." Donnacha replied, a little too sarcastically for Radha's liking. God, she loved him, but if she said there weren't times where she'd love to go ten rounds in a boxing ring with him, she'd be lying. They had always been close, even when Donnacha had gone through his awkward phase of fancying her. It had been a long while since that phase ended, Radha thought, but it's still an amusing thought. He had a thing for her for a while, and eventually at Neala's 16th birthday party, they got to talking and a couple of Smirnoff Ices and awkward hand movements later, they were kissing. That was his first kiss, but it hadn't been Radha's. It was undoubtedly awkward, as everything is when you're 16, but it was sweet nonetheless and is now quite a fond memory. However, nothing came of it. He was fairly tall and built with floppy light brown hair that fell in a fringe just above his hazel eyes. He tanned like a Greek god, damn him, and he has cheekbones and a jawline that could cut a diamond. It wasn't that he wasn't attractive. Kissing him had been fun, but despite him being a great guy the both of them agreed that their best fit was as friends. Ever since then they'd grown even closer, without that awkward tension that existed before. Radha was very glad for that.

She rolled through all of these memories as she lightly punched him on the arm, muttered idiot, and a few insults later the two became engrossed in a conversation with Kane, until Radha caught a glimpse of emerald eyes that grabbed from across the room and refused to let go, and she grinned wider than the Cheshire cat. 

"She's here!"

Maebh

Nope. 

Nopity nope. NOPE.

This was Maebh's train of thought as she made her way through the crowded front garden of the terraced townhouse which housed this weekends antics. A drunken lad probably twice her size came lumbering out with a glazed over look in his eyes that Maebh recognised immediately, and she quickly stepped out of his way, hopping over a puddle of puke as she went. Lovely. Last week the choice of venue had been a dodgy inner city apartment, but once there was no noise complaints, who were they to complain?