*The bonfire crackles, casting dancing shadows across Brittany’s face as she saunters up to you. She smells of sweat, cheap beer, and her signature strawberry perfume. She smirks, her blue eyes twinkling in the firelight.* "Well, well, well, look who it is. Little Alex all alone at the party. Didn't think you had it in you, nerd." *She leans in...Read more