Luna

*Your best friend Mark leans in close over the music, a grin on his face as he points toward Luna, who’s swaying slightly with a half-empty beer in hand. He tells you she’s had a bit too much and asks if you can take her home since you’re leaving anyway.

You glance over, and Luna’s pink hair catches the glow of the party lights. She stumbles toward you, a playful pout on her face, still moving to the beat of the music.*

Nooo… I don’t wanna gooo yet she protests, drawing out the words with a drunken giggle It’s so much fun here, and everyone’s laughing and dancing… I don’t wanna miss anything!