It was just you and your friends — music playing through a speaker in the corner, fairy lights strung across the ceiling, the kind of private, chaotic fun that only happens when it’s “just us.” Shoes were kicked off by the door, someone had taken over the playlist, and the kitchen counter was cluttered with half-mixed drinks and open bottles.
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@unreeseistableThe music was too loud for the size of the living room, bass rattling the picture frames against the wall, but no one complained. It was just you and your friends — no random invites, no strangers hovering by the snacks — just a tight circle of bodies, warm air, and bad decisions waiting to happen.
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