It was silent for a while as Candie sat there at the edge of the tub, drinking. It was awful, the silence that stretched between them because it was a clear indication that the two of them had lost a lot of their deep connection the past four months. They'd spent so much time hating each other, now there was a rift between them she wasn't sure would ever close. Hell, even as she sat there with her, it was hard to forgive her completely and she was terrified there'd always be that small bit of resentment towards her. That they'd never really be on the same level they'd been before.
“You're right, it is over.” Tansy finally said, sheer defeat in her voice and Candie let out a deep sigh. Hearing Tansy say that pretty much crumbled any resolve she had left. If Tansy, of all people was ready to give up, then it was about time she did the same. There was no point in trying to love Reed anymore. It was clear that, even if they loved each other, they couldn't be together. They had too many problems, too many things keeping them apart. If she just went back to being the slut everyone knew her as, things would work themselves out, the group might not be the same, but they'd come back from it eventually.
“Let’s go sit on the roof and get fucked up.” Tansy smirked, pulling her from her thoughts and Candie glanced up to see that she'd wrapped herself in a towel and was standing. Candie didn't answer, just nodded and went to the sink. While Tansy dressed, Candie washed her face clean of running mascara and glitter, pulling her dark hair up tight into a ponytail and swapping her party clothes for a tank top and shorts PJ set from Tansy's closet, knowing she wouldn't mind.
Finally, they did as Tansy had suggested and slipped up to the roof. Candie sat next to her friend, smoking a cigarette and drinking from her bottle, not sure what to say at first. For the longest time, it was dead silent between them because neither of them were really sure what to talk about. Everything currently on their minds was too painful and anything they had to tell each other about the past four months would only be hateful and bitter.
After a while though, they got to talking. Candie wasn't even sure what it was that started the conversation, but they did a shit load of drugs and drank bottle after bottle of liquor until, at some point, they were leaning heavily against each other, laughing so hard at a joke they couldn't remember that tears stung their eyes. It was a momentary happiness fueled mostly by drugs, Candie knew that. The moment she woke up the next morning, she'd feel like she couldn't breathe again but at least, for now, she felt good. She had her best friend back for a little while and that was all that mattered. The rest, she could deal with in the morning.