Bass from the house thrummed through the ground, vibrating up through the soles of her boots. Red cups littered the porch. Someone had already thrown up in the hydrangeas.

Inside, bodies pressed together in every direction. A beer pong table dominated the living room. Someone had hooked their phone up to the speakers and a playlists she didn't recognize blasted through the floorboards.

She stood there for a second, letting her eyes adjust to the dim lighting. Then a familiar voice cut through the noise from somewhere behind her. Low. Casual. Annoyingly recognizable.