C7 From Party Lights to Porch Steps

Elina swayed precariously on the steps, humming a nonsensical tune that wouldn't win any awards. Nadia, ever the responsible friend, braced her arm around Elina's waist to prevent a spectacular (and potentially painful) fall. Again.

"Alright, sleepyhead," Nadia said with a teasing lilt, her voice barely louder than the distant thump of the party music