Barry comes back, and drags Millie upstairs

Time passed, and Millie continued fraternizing.

“So, Millie!” One of her colleagues spoke to her after an indeterminate while. “How’s the boyfriend? Eric, wasn’t it? How’re things going?”

Millie didn’t even have time to answer before the party’s host whisked her away under some pretext she didn’t catch, spiriting her away to an upstairs bedroom.

At this point, Millie was feeling kinda depressed. The events of the night and the mention of Eric somehow induced a deep hopelessness in her. Barry’s victory was clear in every part of his being; from his stance to his grin to his phone currently being proffered out to show her a video.

She couldn’t even bear to look at the video. “Awww, c’mon! I took so much effort to film this and everything! You wanna try to argue, at least? You’re kinda being a party pooper right now,” Barry complained at the sudden lack of fight in the normally confident, headstrong woman. The chase was half the fun, and this felt... unsatisfactory.