30 minutes into the night and elodie realizes she’s all on her own. her friends have disappeared into the crowd, nowhere to be found in the sea of sweaty bodies, moving to some sort of rave beat. unimpressed, she pushes through the crowd, only to get pushed back, herself. this town is too small for such a traffic on the dance floor. she’s making her way to the bar when a stranger bumps into her from behind. she feels the liquid on her clothes, her hair, and it’s so unexpected that she can’t help but gasp. now, smelling like beer, she doesn’t even bother looking at the stranger. a hand is ready to shove him away, but he never gets that close because before you know it, she’s on her very way towards the exit, hands raised slightly, pushing whoever’s in her way. she manages it down the stairs and out of the club, where she’s greeted by some heavy retching. “oh, gosh.” she whines under her breath, an exaggerated disgust painting her face as she makes her way around the corner, away from all the screeching, all the puking. there, she finally leans against a wall, arms wrapping around her upper body, to keep herself safe from whatever bullshit is yet to come. it’s not until after seconds of almost sobbing and muttering words of regret that she notices a pair of eyes on her. gosh. she’s slightly upset, soaking wet and reeks of liquor–– she really doesn’t want to be seen like this. “ugh, could you not? please, i need a moment.”