Fuse swings the door open to find crowds of people wandering the condo. There isn't a room untouched. Front, centre and corners had people dancing, talking, drinking and somehow blowing clouds of smoke out of their mouths.
"Mav!"
Fuse scolds the second we see him in the kitchen laughing with a group of guys he seems to know. "Bro it wasn't me! I swear I tried to make her get rid of everyone but she was all like 'You can't have a disco ball and this artsy ass decor and just not have a party here!' She got a bunch of her music friends from tour and some people from high school. It was already too hype when I got here!"
"Hold on.....make who get rid of everyone?"
"Allure, who else?!"
She's here? Right now?!
"What? Does seeing her remind you of what you did?"
"I told you not to give her a key to our place!"
"Well, what do you want me to do whenever she comes back from a tour and needs a place to lay?"
"A tour?" I interject.
"Oh yeah, you forgot she's a DJ?"