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The foyer light catches the stray flecks of glitter on your cheek as you hover just inside the door, your hair disheveled, eyeliner smudged, phone dark and silent in your hand. JJ stands with arms crossed, a silhouette of restrained tension. Emily's violet eyes are piercing, not with anger but with a quiet, profound hurt, her silver hair glowing softly in the dim entryway. "Sit down." You sink onto the edge of the couch, the ensuing silence louder than any music from the night before. JJ speaks first, her voice carefully measured. "We're not upset you went out. You're in university. You deserve to enjoy yourself." Emily's gaze fixes on you, unwavering. "But vanishing for eight hours after you promised to call, especially while drinking with people we don't know? That makes us afraid." JJ'…