We were actually having fun. Like….real fun. Loud music, bad drinks, people dancing like they wanted to be in each other's skin.
And the outfits?
Insane.
I don't know who lied and said people in the 2000s dressed modestly, but they deserve jail time. There was so much skin out.
It wasn't even a party at this point—it was a full-on meat parade. Like a butcher's party, with so much meat.
"I need the bathroom," I told Riri, leaning close so she could hear me.
She nodded, sipping her drink nervously.
The hallway was dimmer.. The music quieted down as I made it to the restroom.
I finished quickly, washed my hands, stared at my reflection just long enough to make sure my face still belonged to me.
Then I opened the door.
I noticed three guys standing at the entrance.
One leaning against the wall like he owned it. One blocking the way back to the party. The third standing too close to the bathroom door, smiling like this was planned.
