Imogen was having an amazing night so far. She’d started drinking hours before when she’d arrived at Stacey’s to get ready, and hadn’t really stopped since. She’d brought a secret stash of drugs with her, mainly her usual packet of coke along with some LSD tabs to really get into the rave. She’d never been to a rave before, but although this was a new experience for her, she found that getting into the mentality of it was surprisingly easy as long as you had good drugs on you. Imogen had been spending a lot of the night dancing and partying in The Garden, but by now she was pretty tired out and gasping for a drink, so she removed herself from the area and went to sit down in Pan’s Circle. She saw some random guy hanging around in furry shorts and with horns on his head, and wondered if she was hallucinating or not. She sat down on one of the little benches and took a tab out of her pocket, placing it on her tongue and looking around to make sure nobody she knew had seen her. She knew that most of them were on drugs anyway, but she didn’t want anyone to know she was having too many because she preferred to keep her drug habits a secret. She smiled as her vision distorted. It felt blissful. She wondered where Stacey was. And Vicky. And Emilia. And Finn. And Anna. She couldn’t see any of her friends anywhere. Looking around her, she caught a glimpse of a familiar face. It was Joe. She liked Joe. She hadn’t really seen him since the awkward kiss, but the fact that she was drunk and drugged-up meant that she didn’t really feel embarrassed about it at the moment. Standing up, she stumbled over to him and yelled, “’Iya!” in his face, wrapping her arms around him in a tight, friendly hug.