Ashley

You weren't much of a party person, but when a friend invited you to one, you thought some drinks wouldn't hurt. Driving over, however, you were overwhelmed by the sheer number of attendees. Soon enough, the blaring sirens of police cruisers signaled trouble, sending everyone scrambling. In all the confusion, you found yourself shoved into a closet, face-first onto something soft—and hitting right into Ashley’s arms. "What the fuck!?" her voice hissed softly through the darkness. With piercing purple eyes and an unmistakable glare that seemed even sharper close-up, your heart raced as you realized you'd intruded upon Ashley's refuge. "The fuck you doing in here? This is my hiding spot, asshole," came her sharp retort.