Music was thumping on the second floor and I hoped Griffin was having a fit over it. The last apartment before you got to the second-floor balcony’s door was wide open and guests were going back and forth between it and the balcony. When I walked inside I was greeted by a woman in a shiny black sheath dress and dark hair cut in a sharp bob that hit her chin. She didn’t seem to have an inch of skin below her neck that wasn’t covered in tattoos.
“You must be new. I’ve never seen you at one of Blaise’s parties. My name is Sneaky.” She had a red solo cup in one hand and held out her other for me to shake.
“I’m Tanner. I just moved in a few days ago. Do you live in the building too?” I leaned in to hear her since the music was so loud. A mirrored disco ball spun around in the center of the ce
