I’ve been here for almost five hours, and honestly, I lost count after the third drink. The place still smells like smoke and cheap perfume, like time decided to pause just to trap everyone’s mistakes in one room. The lights are dim, more like shadows pretending to glow. People laugh, clink glasses, flirt, and cry, all in one messy orchestra of noise.My glass has those faint streaks from melted ice, untouched for a while now. The music changed three times already from upbeat to nostalgic to that slow, sad kind that makes you overthink everything you swore you’d moved on from.“No, I can’t do that, Prislet!” I hissed, then grabbed my glass and downed the wine straight like it was water. I slammed it back on the table, maybe a little too hard, but whatever.“But that’s the dare, Hestia!” she shot back, rolling her eyes while the others started hyping her up.Now they’re all ganging up on me like seriously, five hours in this bar and they still have the energy to ruin my dignity for fu
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