"  you're  smothering  me.  "  she  snarls,  the  sound  low  and  feral,  her  words  laced  with  the  rough  edge  of  something  almost  animal.  as  if  she  might  bare  sharpened  teeth  at  any  moment,  a  wolf  in  the  guise  of  a  girl.  but  despite  the  harshness  in  her  voice,  there’s  no  real  threat  behind  it.  she  would  never  hurt  cassie.  not  the  one  who  stands  in  stark  contrast  to  everything  brigitte  is.  she  meets  that  opposing  energy  with  a  begrudging  sort  of  affection,  exasperation  tangled  with  something  softer,  something  she’d  never  admit  aloud.

did you just spill your drink on me?

shut up and dance with me, okay?

is this seat taken? sorry, this place is crowded.

i want to go home already.

having the strong feeling i’ll have to erase all my social networks in the morning.

could you do me a favor? could you pretend you’re my girl/boyfriend for a moment?

who the fuck invited you?

oh, i wasn’t expecting to see you here.

parties aren’t my thing.

want to dance with me?

do you recognize anyone?

can i get you a drink?

i said you could invite one person. one!

i don’t feel so good.

maybe i should have stayed home.

i am not nearly drunk enough yet.

i don’t recognize anyone here.

i should call my ex.

where’s a boy? i need to make out with someone.

i’m not drunk enough for this.

luckily for me, i have all my best ideas drunk.

it’s not a party without a little drama, am i right?

hiding from the drunk crowd too?

i only came for the free food.

do you want to get out of here?

boys are stupid, and i love you.

you’re beautiful, boys suck, i love you.

i’m dizzy, okay.

i need some water.

you need to go to bed.

do you want to talk about it?

do you have a light?

want to get some fresh air?

want to go somewhere quiet?