Tiffany Rockefeller and Jessica were sitting there.
They had clearly dressed up for the night, wearing tube dresses made of very little fabric and heavy, smoky eye makeup. A few bottles of champagne sat on the table before them as they partied hard with several handsome men who looked like male models or obscure internet celebrities.
"Hey, wait a second," Jessica said, sounding a little unsure. "Isn't that Li Wei?"
"Who's Li Wei?" Tiffany was already a bit tipsy. "Why does that name sound familiar?"
"Anya's boyfriend. The high school Quarterback who went viral online," Jessica said. "You don't remember?"
"Oh, right, I remember now." Tiffany looked at Li Wei's profile and suddenly asked, "What do you think that bitch Anya would think if I slept with him?"
"Are you crazy?!" Jessica exclaimed, startled. "Have you forgotten she once broke Alex's ribs?"
"I don't care," Tiffany giggled, wrapping an arm around a male model and heading over. "I'm going to get some pictures with him."
