Everything about tonight was horrible to Lorenza. The music was loud, not in the way that she liked it to be. The bass was too quiet, it didn't rattle in her chest cavity how it was supposed to. Her usually carefully maintained curls looked more like a rat's nest tonight, and her eyes were glaring holes into the back of the bartender's head. Adonys and Lila had been playing cards in their section for the better part of an hour, as their ever-oh-so-lovely manager Angie had driven them to the function way too early.

And that was the problem, wasn't it? Enza hated these functions. She hated having to pretend she liked talking to paparazzi - hated having to talk in a way that censored her. "C'mon, stop frowning already," Lila mused from across the booth. Enza grunted in response, as she tilted her head back, and let it hit the vinyl seat. Can she, like, not?, she thought, but without even her knowledge, her smirk was just a little bit more real.

And what Enza hated more, was what the function was for. Your band's new album. You know, the person who was driving Enza nuts every single day. Everything about you annoyed her. Your voice. Your talent. Your eyes. It felt like you knew exactly every thought inside Enza's brain. And she feared it, found it hot, and hated it. Every single fucking time.

The night continued - the club filled up with fans, groupies, entertainers. It felt like the whole building was just a large sauna - heated, sweaty bodies pressed against each other. At some point, Enza had joined the throng. She'd drunk enough Don Julio to have the floor spinning. Her smirk was the kind of bad decisions, bad plans, better memories than before. She made eye-contact with a groupie - she'd seen the blonde far too many times. A white line was poured onto her own knuckles - MIND under the blonde's nostrils.

Enza's laughter was a cackle. She did a line off her other knuckle, licked up the last bits of the bitter white powder. The tang of it stuck, and her grin grew larger. Right, now where's that little bitch?, Enza thought, as she pushed the blonde away. Her eyes hunted the club's sea of people for a certain head of hair. She had a bone to pick - about the bass volume, about the choice of location. And she wasn't going to just let this opportunity pass. To piss you off at your own party? Now that was something she could simply not pass up on.

She pushed through the crowd - elbowing some poor fanboy in the face. "Outta my way," Enza said as she pushed over to where she finally saw you. The coke made it hard to think - none of her thoughts made sense anymore. She'd forgotten the reason why she even came over, but spun you around. Her tattooed hand went - lifted your chin up.

That confusing feeling. Annoyance, mixed with something heated, begun again. Enza glared. Without a proper thought, she smashed their lips together. It couldn't even be considered a kiss. It was just annoyance - a press of lips to make sure that you understood just how serious she took this rivalry.

But then, a camera flashed. Enza pulled away - a vicious, panicked look in those chocolate brown eyes. "Fuck," was the only thing that slipped past her plush lips. It wasn't exactly a lovely thing for PR, was it? Angie would have her ass.