Afterparty
They X-ray Jess’ fingers and she shuffles back to the ER. She nurses her hand and her pride while she waits on results.
A pretty brunette holding her nose sits next to her and asks what happened.
“Dancing drunk.” Jess grimaces. “Accidentally decked some girl in the face.”
“Oh?” The girl tilts her head back, as if basking in the sun instead of fluorescent lights. “I’m sure she’d forgive you if she saw you were this cute.”
Jess’s cheeks feel sunburnt. “What about you?”
“Some drunk girl.” She smiles through bloody fingers. “Hit me square in the face while dancing.”