Helena had many friends. Her circle was big and equally diverse. All of her friends had different habits and preferences. It would be a lie to say Helena had never been to a bar before.
She'd been there multiple times and gotten into trouble too. On this night as Helena stepped into the lit up restrobar, she was determined not to come off as problematic after drinking.
She might skip the drinking altogether and stick to eating and having fun.
"Don't get lost!" Primrose exclaimed at her and forcefully grabbed her arm.
"I'm not a kid!" She shouted back.
"Right, because Emerson wouldn't get lost! You can!" Primrose countered immediately.
Helena grumbled under her breath but didn't refute. She wasn't weak but the music was too loud for Primrose to hear her sarcastic remark.
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