“God someone fucking.... stepped on my hand with a stiletto. Right after I was jostled to the ground by a particularly beefy dude. It’s fucking chaos in here. My nail even got ripped off. Glory and gore and all that,” Darby rambled, examining her bruised and mangled middle finger to Hugo, finally having escaped the group of dancing bodies in the Calloway living room, a Robyn song blasting through the speaker. She would have thought everyone had tired themselves out from the Italy trip, but someone in her home decided it would be good to throw a “welcome back” party. “Gonna have to grow it back. You know what they say, grow the coke nail you wish to see in this world.” She brushed her hair out of her face, taking a puff of a cigarette between her fingers. “Anyways,” she said, taking her short silver skirt for a spin, nearly flashing him, grin on her face. “If you look closely you can totally see my left ass cheek, right? Take a picture for your mental wank bank. What should I get tramp stamped on there?” She questioned jokingly, sober for once at a party. you want to go outside? I can’t breathe in here.” @hugorafferty