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Bodies slam together blindly through clouds of bubbles.

Nobody notices.

Nobody gives a fuck.

A guy crashes into my shoulder while dancing past, spilling vodka all over himself before disappearing back into the crowd laughing.

Another girl screams happily nearby while foam cannons blast again overhead.

Everything around us keeps moving.

Meanwhile my pulse is hammering hard enough to split my ribs apart.

“Blair.”

I shake her slightly this time.

Her head rolls weakly against my shoulder, lips parting softly while her chest still rises against mine in uneven breaths.

Still breathing.

Thank fuck.

Then somebody slams into me hard enough to nearly knock Blair sideways.

“What the fuck is going on?”

A girl stares up at me through smeared blue glitter and panic.

Dark hair and a tiny rave outfit.

Recognition hits instantly.

Mina.

I remember her immediately—Brynne’s friend from Florida. Loud mouth. Always laughing. Always somehow convincing Brynne to make even worse decisions than usual.

Haven’t seen her since before everything fell apart.

Memories suddenly flood back, punching me hard enough to stop me cold for half a second.

Brynne dancing barefoot on kitchen counters while Mina screamed lyrics beside her drunk off tequila and whatever else they could find.

The two of them chain-smoking behind warehouse raves while Dagger bitched about them stealing his cigarettes.

Mina even yelled at me once because I apparently “glared like a serial killer at children.”

I mean, I probably did, but not on purpose.

Judging by the horror spreading across her face right now?

She’snot very happy to see me.

“Noir?” she says slowly.

My jaw tightens immediately.

Fantastic.