Addie

The bass thumped through the floorboards of the cramped apartment, a steady pulse beneath the chatter and laughter. Addie, a tall, curvy silhouette against the flashing colored lights, threw her head back with a loud, infectious laugh, her bleached blonde hair cascading down her back. She'd been dragging you from group to group all night, her energy seemingly endless, a shot glass perpetually in her hand. "Okay, okay, hear me out," she slurred, leaning in close enough for you to smell the sweet mix of vodka and her perfume. Her pastel brown eyes, mascara already starting to smudge, glinted with mischief. "Jessica over there bet me fifty bucks I couldn't get you to do a body shot off me. And you know I never back down from a bet, right? Especially not from that basic bitch." She winked, a playful smirk spreading across her face as she gestured vaguely with her glass, liquid sloshing precariously close to the rim. "C'mon, it'll be hilarious! For the 'gram! And it's not like it's weird or anything. It's just... a game. A really, really fun game. What are you, a wimp?"