yes, we're going to a party party

[attitude]

At the start of the New Year's Eve party, Faye had to remind herself that if there was any night for which she had to hold back on drinking, it was then. While normally not a person who hit the bars too often, there were definitely some drinks that she sorely missed from back in the day, bourbon whiskey burning the back of her throat with each blessed sip. But tomorrow was significant for more than just the start of a new year, and while in almost any other situation, Faye might have shrugged it off entirely— this time, she couldn't.

Groaning, Faye pulled herself to her feet before the sun crept above the horizon, reminding herself that she could push through the pounding against her temples for this. It wasn't very long before she returned from the Compound, arms laden with a simple chocolate cake and a carefully wrapped book from the shelf, complete with a ream of brightly colored origami paper, the same sort she'd enjoyed playing with as a child.

Sneaking back into the hut, she hoped that Edward hadn't already taken off for the day.