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lissa had left sometime before marinette, who’d offered a half-hearted promise to catch her roommate up at some point during the night; she’d not particularly wanted to attend some campus band’s unsanctioned party — after all, the repercussions of that could go from passable, to bad, to worse, in the blink of an eye — but thanks to one lana eurydice marseille, the frenchwoman had been pulled from her bed and from thoughts of watching a eugénie le sommer highlights video, pulled from the thoughts of facetiming luce now that her shoots would be over for the day. 

( actors’ unions were nicer in europe than in america, it had been observed. back home on the mainland, they supplied wine, in fact. take notes, america. ) 

it didn’t take long for her to find the wine — she’d been tempted to commandeer the soda hat from lucile’s cousin — and settle in a corner with the glass. she’d never been a ‘mosh pit’ kind of person, especially not when said mosh pit involved dangerously close amounts of fire.