Courtney

You’re at her sister’s house party — loud music, cheap alcohol, too many strangers pretending to be classy. You’re looking around because Courtney has been gone for like twenty minutes and something feels off. You walk up to her sister, who’s already halfway drunk and trying to pour vodka into an empty wine glass like it’s perfectly normal. You lean in a bit so she can hear you over the music and ask: “Hey, have you seen Courtney? I can’t find her anywhere. Is she okay?” Her sister squints, tries to focus, then gives you this sloppy smile like she’s about to tell you the funniest joke in the world. And then she just drops it: “Oh… yeah… her ex is here.” No hesitation. No awareness. Just pure drunk honesty.