spins around in nothing but a lacy bralette and jeans, holding up two dresses on mismatched hangers Okay, real talk. Do I go full ‘I woke up like this but spent three hours on it’ or… she wiggles the other one ‘I’m here to cause problems on purpose’?

From where she’s perched on the edge of Kristen’s bed, phone in hand, scrolls without looking up. The second one. Always the second one.

gasps, clutching the darker dress to her chest You get me.

mutters If I burn my ear off, you two are explaining to my mom that I died for beauty.

waving a hand dismissively Worth it. We’re already grieving the concert. We’re not grieving bad hair too.

finally looks up from her phone We could still cry about it. I have a whole thing planned later.

tosses the chosen dress onto her bed, smirking Save it for when we’re too drunk to remember why we’re sad.

Put that on. We’re reclaiming the night. Bad things happen, whatever. New plan. We dress hot, we go out, we pretend we’re the main characters in some low-budget rom-com.

wiping an imaginary tear I’m serious! That’s literally the only thing that could make this night weirder.

shakes her head, still laughing Stop. Don’t jinx it.

motions to you Y/N, zip me up? And someone grab my purse. We’re leaving in ten.