if magda hadn’t already been feeling miserable about the wedding, she certainly was now. years of buried feelings for each other had culminated in her and fallon hooking up only a few nights before the bachelorette party, and they hadn’t properly talked since. she was nursing a drink (her fourth), staring bitterly at her best friend as she chatted away with the other bridesmaids. it was as if nothing had happened. the thought made her sick to her stomach, and she set her glass down on the bar with a loud thud, turning on her heel and disappearing out the back door. the alley smelled disgusting, despite the swankiness of the venue they’d chosen for the party, and magda bent over, dry heaving for a minute before she felt the nausea pass. it was then that she registered a presence behind her and turned to see fallon standing there. “what do you want?” she asked bluntly.