✴︎ lethe club, 11pm ✴︎ closed for the undertow @pecadilloss
catalina tries not to think about the text for the rest of the night, refuses to let the thought linger for more than a second and further ruin her night, but it lives in the back of her mind, its presence like a parasite clinging on to her, sucking her dry of any attempt to seem normal. still, she persists, going through the motions of the party and putting on an act that screams everything is perfectly fine. except it isn't, and the act drops entirely when the id is slipped into her hands. her hands shake as she inspects it, the details of its owner unfamilar and though the face staring back at her is different, it is unquestionably teddy's.
when she looks back up to question the waiter, he's already long gone, her eyes meeting rei's instead. with her last fleeting breath of composure, she excuses herself from the conversation she'd long abandoned and makes a beeline for her friend, grabbing him by the sleeve of his shirt and dragging him to a corner where no one could bother them. “ fuck. what the fuck, ” catalina mutters, unceremoniously shoving the id in his hands. “ tell me … tell me this isn't him, ” she begs. she knows the truth, that this couldn't be anyone else but teddy — but she'd rather be crazy than right.