Elegantly Wasted
I close my eyes, letting the rhythm consume me, my body becoming one with the music, with the strangers around me, with the night itself.
Krys whoops beside me, her voice lost in the cacophony of bass and synths, and I can’t help but laugh, my head tilting back as the room spins in a delightful blur. I am drunk—unapologetically, blissfully drunk. The alcohol hums through my bloodstream like a melody, numbing my senses and loosening every rigid thought that once tethered me to reality.
“I love you, best friend!” Krys shouts over the music, her words slurred but her sentiment crystal clear.
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