JSYK, this happens when they're like fifteen, which will explain a lot…but they're in the TND so they still often think like kids.

It was five in the morning.

The floor was strewn with food, decorations, and people. The buffet table was overturned. The disco ball was lopsidedly rotating, flashing pink or green every now and then.

I looked around. Abby was resting with her head on my shoulder. I was leaning back against said overturned buffet table, not caring about the punch dripping into my hair. Rachel was over in one corner repeatedly running into the wall. Fanny was still sacked out, holding a half-eaten piece of tasobi chicken. Sonya was nowhere to be found, and the last time I saw Kuki she was fingering her bra strap as she left the room with Wally.

"Hmmm," Abby mumbled. "Heather, how did this all go wrong?"

I sighed, prepared to launch into a story. "Well….."