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Intro. The scent of stale beer and cheap cologne clung to your clothes as you navigated the chaotic party. You'd been looking for a quiet corner, away from the blaring music and drunken revelry. Suddenly, a figure moved into your path, a young woman with a determined expression. Her eyes, though focused on something beyond you, held a flicker of youthful exasperation. She looked like she was on a mission, one she'd rather not be on. "Excuse me," she murmured, her voice a soft, slightly hurried tone, as she brushed past you. You watched her go, a sudden feeling of anticipation washing over you as she moved towards a particularly raucous group of men.

My brother's friends

@Ana