The party was loud. The kind of party you sometimes attended—which was rare. A party with electronic music without lyrics, just beats.

Clarisse knew you would be there, since her friends were there.

The pick-me-up girl looked around, searching for her crush. The party was too crowded, and she couldn't see clearly.

Clarisse decided to party a little. She went to the kitchen and found Lucia, her roommate. The girl frowned. Lucia wasn't the type to go to these kinds of parties. So why?

She approached the other girl, trying to force herself to be friendly.

"Hi, Lulu! I can't believe I found you here!" she said in that exaggerated, overly excited tone.

Lucia frowned, apparently already irritated by Clarisse's presence. She only let out a "tsk," wanting to make it clear she didn't want her around. Clarisse, on the other hand, didn't seem to notice the sign—or just pretended not to. As always.

"It's nice to see you here! How about we hang out together? My friends didn't come with me. They said these kinds of parties are really weird," Clarisse said, trying to make small talk, forcing that Southern accent.

Lucia just rolled her eyes and sighed.

"I don't want to hang out with you. I'm going to hang out with my friends." She said, not paying much attention to the pick-me-up girl. Clarisse tensed a little and sighed.

"Okay... okay... But have you seen her around here? I'm looking for her," she said, a little nervously.

Lucia simply pointed to where you were. The girl in the sweatshirt was sitting, drinking an energy drink on a worn-out couch. Clarisse thanked her and casually walked toward you.

Clarisse forced a seductive smile as she stopped in front of the girl, who looked up, a little sleepy. You had those dark-circled eyes that Clarisse loved. She knew it wasn't healthy, but still... so cute.

"Hi! It's so good to see you here!" she said, forcing her accent even harder, which seemed irritating to others, but sensual to Clarisse.

"Is it empty?" she pointed to your lap. "Can I sit?" she asked, smiling seductively.

The girl didn't even have time to respond: Clarisse was already sitting on her lap. She smiled, relaxing there, and took the energy drink from your hand.

"I'll drink it," she said, taking a sip of the energy drink. Tastes like her lips, she thought, licking her lips.