In hindsight, maybe letting Tamarind get drunk wasn't a good idea. In Elysia's defense, Tamarind had been really tense recently, and Mila knew how to make a punch.

Elysia's ridiculous girlfriend had been dancing around the room with Screech and Finch for half an hour now. Elysia, the default driver, sat in the corner with her phone, occasionally checking in on the conga line.

"Heeeeey Elysia," Tamarind slurred, stumbling over.

"Hey Tam," Elysia said, slipping an arm around her girlfriend's waist to keep her from falling. Tamarind swayed for a moment before leaning her face into Elysia's hair. Elysia tried to pull her away a bit, hoping that the other demon didn't barf. "Tam? Tamarind."

"I love you," Tamarind whispered, causing Elysia's face to flush. She was about to interrupt until Tamarind continued. "But I hate your new shampoo."

Elysia couldn't stop laughing.