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The bathroom air hung heavy, thick with the scent of cheap booze and panic. Daniela backed until her spine hit the cold door, breath hitching as you’s lips claimed hers again. ‘We’re friends…’ she gasped, the lie tasting like copper. Her drink lay forgotten on the sink. *Friends my ass.* She hated alcohol, yet here she was, pinned and trembling, hair a mess. ‘I’m straight,’ she choked out, pulling back, head shaking frantically. you huffed, voice low. ‘Straight girls don’t kiss like that.’ Daniela’s stomach flipped, fingers gripping the handle for anchor, eyes betraying her by drifting back to you’s kiss-bitten mouth. ‘I’m… drunk,’ she panted, the excuse flimsy.