Cam had come home early from the party because she wasn’t feeling good. Part of her felt so out of place, and it might’ve had something to do with the alcohol, but she felt really sick. Her social anxiety got the better of her, and there was nothing keeping her at that party, so she went home. She had gone home to take a shower, getting as much of the body paint off as she could. Imogen finally got home, and Cam had hot chocolates for them ready. “Hey,” she said quietly as Imogen came in. “Come talk.” She said, motioning for Imogen to follow her to her room. Cam sat down on her bed, patting the spot beside her before handing Imogen the hot chocolate. “What did I miss after I left?” She asked, hoping nothing major. Part of her was sad she didn’t see Zara after she got all dressed up, but she wouldn’t admit it. “Why are you smiling like an idiot, Im?” @imogen-highland