The pharmacy near the hotel was open 24/7, just a quick five-minute stroll away. Mirabella picked up the medicine and was heading back when, right at the hotel entrance, she bumped into her three friends who had just returned from a night out dancing.
The three friends, feeling inexplicably guilty, exchanged nervous glances. "Uh, Mira, what are you doing down here? It's late, shouldn't you be getting some rest?" Blaze asked, his cheeks still a bit red from the beer he’d enjoyed earlier. He tried to hide his face with his hand, feeling like his usual cool image was slipping.
It wasn't just Blaze who looked uneasy; Patrick and Denny, leaning on each other for support, appeared just as awkward.
Mirabella, unfazed, simply held up the plastic bag she was carrying. "Just went to grab some medicine."
"Medicine? Are you feeling okay?" Blaze's concern shifted instantly to her well-being.
"Not really," Mirabella replied, choosing not to elaborate.
Blaze seemed to catch on to something and let out a dramatic sigh. "Tonight's just not kind to us single folks, is it?"
He gets it!
Mirabella was puzzled. "???"
Blaze hiccuped and pointed towards the hotel, "Alright, Mira, you should head back upstairs."
Mirabella brushed off Blaze's odd behavior and asked, "Looks like you guys had quite the party. Need me to fetch some hangover cures?"
The three of them, all eager to maintain their cool facade, shook their heads and waved her off in unison.
Blaze insisted, "We're good, honestly. We didn't drink that much, just a little buzzed."
Patrick chimed in, "Yeah, we're just the kind who feel it quickly."
Denny remained silent, feeling his friends had said it all.
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