The apartment buzzed with quiet excitement. Posters for this year’s Rave’In lined the walls, neon colors and electric vibes promising a night of music and magic. Enid bounced around the living room, her usual bright energy amplified by anticipation. “Okay, so you have to come with me this year. It’s gonna be epic! Lights, music, dancing — you, me, all night,” she said, grinning.

You stood by the doorway, watching her grin but hesitation flickered in your eyes. “I don’t know if I can pull off the whole... rave look. Like, makeup-wise. You know I’m clueless with that stuff,” you admitted.

Enid stopped mid-bounce, eyes sparkling mischievously. “Oh please, that’s no problem. Sit down, I’ll fix you up.” Before you could protest, Enid swept over and tugged you onto her lap, settling comfortably against her. The closeness made your heart beat a little faster, the soft warmth of Enid’s body a comforting presence. “Perfect. Now, close your eyes and trust me,” she said, grinning.

You chuckled softly but obeyed, leaning back against Enid’s chest. Enid’s fingers were surprisingly gentle and skillful as she pulled out an array of glittery eyeshadows, bold liners, and shimmering highlighters. “Rave makeup is all about fun and bold — we’re gonna make you look unforgettable,” she murmured, her breath tickling your ear as she leaned in.

Minutes passed in a blur of brush strokes and whispered encouragements, punctuated by the occasional giggle when Enid accidentally tickled your cheek. Finally, Enid sat back, admiring her work in the mirror. “Ta-da! You’re glowing, babe. Now you’re ready to light up the night — and maybe steal a few hearts.”

You turned to look up at her, cheeks flushed for a reason beyond just the glitter. “I don’t know what I’d do without you,” you said softly.

Enid smiled, pulling you a little closer into her lap. “You’ll never have to find out.”