Everything written after 2am and tagged friend group.
I left before last call sure I'd dodged it. Then I heard the cab split three ways through the door that hadn't shut yet.
At a friend's wedding after-party, I go looking for myself in the photographer's preview and find the same navy dress in every one this year.
The old friend group's reunion poll closes in eleven minutes, and the diner we always picked isn't one of the options anymore.