>>19637164>[Sola blushes, visible even in the neon lights.]"You weren't meant to see me shot that, ha-ha-ha. I just wanted to... kind of calm my nerves. I don't do *this*."
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"That all sounds really nice. Like, I'm happy you had that. I always assumed you were a big party-er. You know, no offence. You just have that energy about you. And you look so good in that dress and know what to order from a bar. I mean, you know I didn't have those experience. I was helping Dad, or doing gymnastics or cheer. No time for anything like this."
"Yeah, Colby is great. She knows some good alco"--
>[Wait, did she mishear? Sola is getting drunk. On love, mostly, but there is no doubt the alcohol is taking effect.]"Wait. If now's not a good tell, please just say so. What's the deal with you and Colby? She was kind of a dick when she first got here -- ha, gosh, I'll tell you about all of that sometime -- but you know... I like her, now. Like, we sorted some stuff out. There was a cupcake and everything. And I love you, forever and always. And Bree was great, even though he left in a hurry. But like, why did she kick you out? I - I'm not complaining! Like, we had fun in that apartment, and we totally live together -- wow. We live together... uh, but why do you two not get along?"
