I’m sitting on the edge of the bed when I call Claire.
The phone rings longer than I expect, long enough for me to think she won’t pick up, long enough for me to consider hanging up and pretending I never tried. Just as my thumb moves toward the screen to end the call, she answers.
"Elaine?" she says, voice already suspicious. "Is this a prank, or are you actually alive?"
I wince. "I’m alive."
"Wow. Incredible. Because last time I saw you, you vanished at the sex club I took you to and never came back or checked in with me after you left."
"I know, I know " I say quickly. "I’m really sorry about that."
She snorts. "Sorry doesn’t cover it. I came out looking for you like an idiot, asked the bartender, asked the bouncers. Some guy tried to convince me you’d gone home with him, which was a whole other situation."
My stomach twists. "I didn’t. I swear."
"I figured. You don’t exactly give off ’runs off with strangers’ energy." There’s a pause. "Still rude as hell though."
"I know," I say again, quieter this time. "Things got... a bit complicated. I should have texted you though. I didn’t mean to ditch you i promise."
She sighs, the sound long and dramatic. "You scared me, El. For like ten minutes. Then I got mad and pissed."
"That’s fair."
Silence hangs between us, not really uncomfortable, just weighted. I can hear music faintly in the background on her end, voices, the clink of something glass.
"So," she says finally, tone shifting. "Why are you calling now?"
I hesitate, then say it straight. "I was wondering if I could come with you tonight. To the club."
She laughs. Actually laughs. "You’ve got nerve, you know that?"
"I do," I admit. "I wouldn’t ask if I didn’t really want to."
It seems like she’s weighing it for a second, then..... " you promise you won’t disappear again?"
"Yes."
"Like, actually promise. Not a ’something came up’ promise."
"I promise," I say. "If I need to leave, I’ll tell you. If I freak out, I’ll tell you. If I suddenly decide I hate everyone and everything, I’ll still tell you."
She hums, considering. "You sound very serious."
"I am."
Another pause. Then, "Alright," she says. "I forgive you."
Relief rushes through me so fast my shoulders drop without me realizing they were tense.
"Thank you."
"But," she adds immediately, "you’re not allowed to vanish, and you’re not allowed to judge me for my outfit."
"I’ve never judged you."
"Yes you did judge with your eyes."
"That’s just my face."
"If anything weird happens or you feel weirdyou grab me. No running off alone."


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