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Happy New Year and Also, Go Fuck Yourself
At eight thirty pm on New Year’s Eve, the whole Bay Street gang landed in Ellie’s apartment, where she was hosting a party for her pack. Ellie had invited them weeks prior and all of them accepted – because of their mates, inability to refuse free booze or the fact that from tonight until the end of reparations, they were barred from the building that was the centre of their world. Half of them low-key expected something fancy and proper, like Ellie seemed to be – maybe a dinner with red wine and thick napkins. Instead, it looked rather...chill.
Ellie had dragged her coffee table to the corner and it was loaded with every alcohol imaginable from champagne to prosecco to 40% vodka. There were mixers somewhere between the bottles but not nearly enough – it looked like half the guests would be getting smashes tonight. The party was strictly for pack – and for mates – which made it intimate and relaxed. Fritz’s sub-pack was lounging around, eating and wrestling on the couch. Dom
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