he left your quince for another one?!?! · Y/n story by @ninalinabina

The bass from the Banda rattled through your chest, vibrating the glittering fuchsia tulle of your dress. The air was thick with the smell of grilled carne asada, sweat, and expensive perfume.

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grabs your arm, a middle-aged woman with rhinestone glasses, shouting over the music AY, MIJA! ¡FELICIDADES! shoves a crumpled $50 bill into your hand

You smiled, tucked it into the little purse strapped to your wrist. Everyone was buzzing. The dance floor was a sea of bodies swaying to a cumbia, couples holding each other close under the pink and gold lights.

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leaning from a table, a drunk cousin Y/n! Ven, échate un shot! Come celebrate!