Find Amy

You need to find Amy.

She's dancing with some guy.

He's clearly drunk, and Amy looks uncomfortable. You wave at her hoping she sees you. Lucky for you, she was already looking for an excuse to get out of their

"Excuse me" Amy says to the drunk guy, before pushing through the crowd to reach you.

She reaches you and drops herself on the couch next to you, clearly exhausted from the dancing.

You can smell her sweet musk. It's intoxicating.

"Uhh boys." Amy giggles, rolling her eyes.

"Hard to find a decent guy these days, am I right?"

You nod. You were the nice guy. What other guy would wear this kind of outfit and let a girl lock their junk away for the night?

"Where's Jenny?"

"Uhh, she had to go."

"What? Where? Did she get a ride?"

"Yes, some guy named Mike came and got her."

"Oh, Mike? They're probably off somewhere banging. Good for her I guess."

You laugh nervously as you watch disappointment spread across Amy's face.