The two people were speaking to each other on an intercom system, but could see each other. She left the bottle of champagne on a knee wall and waved a (i)have a good time(i).
People inside the high rise kept talking through a scientific theory about heat domes.
The buzzer buzzed. "Oh she must have decided to come up."
A glance out the window revealed a woman swatting the air around her hair. Looking up. A look of horror. Then running as a drone dive bombed at the target.
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