[Lup catches her twin after the party is already in mid-swing, all of their guests blissfully drunk and having a good time, the chill of the outside long forgotten with how warm and welcoming it is inside. She slides up to his side and throws a hand over his shoulders, their hips bumping, head tipping into his.
After the year they've had, this feels wonderful. It feels like going home again, something so right that she can't quite imagine how the next day is going to leave them feeling. But right now, all that matters are the family and friends here with them at this very moment.]
I'd say that's another party absolutely crushed. We're good at this.
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After the year they've had, this feels wonderful. It feels like going home again, something so right that she can't quite imagine how the next day is going to leave them feeling. But right now, all that matters are the family and friends here with them at this very moment.]
I'd say that's another party absolutely crushed. We're good at this.