The party was full of demons and reptiles, and I sipped my vodka as the familiar red liquid rolled on my tongue with undisguised relish. It felt very much like savoring victory, the success of the party was resounding, despite the fact that I had not been credited. I didn’t give a damn.
What saddened me was that nobody liked me. They were all either wary or jealous of me. Only because I seemed to be someone who threatened them. It didn’t matter. Wasn’t supposed to matter. I had always been a loner. In that moment, I wished fervently for Tiffany’s company – I had never really given a thought how much of a companion she was to me despite our differences.
I really needed my bestie at that moment. Our relationship had considerably improved despite her departure. She seemed to have recognize
