Mean Girls and Martinis

Sienna

I was still at the mini bar, just watching everyone grind against each other like the music owed them something. I mean, who doesn't love a good dry hump, right?

But parties have never really called out to me. My parents were strict. Perfectionist-level strict. The kind where sneaking out wasn't just risky, it was genuinely impossible. If it had been that easy, I wouldn't even be here righ