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D I N A HXJ A N EXI R V I N G
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Outfit: Here
Location: Yacht Party | Southampton, NY
Dialogue Color ✦ #8A4E62
Thought Color ✧ #3A0012

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It was probably a good thing that Dinah had reached out to Katherine long before the party had begun and changed her prior attire because Dinah would have been sorely under-dressed. She had already had one problem. She didn't need another to sour her night and make it impossible for her to truly feel comfortable in this brand new living situation. She hadn't been able to meet up with the brunette just because the timing had never added up, but she honestly did appreciate the distraction, especially because it was fashion. Even through text, Kat lit up when it came to it, which made sense considering who her father was, but it was definitely encouraging and engaging. Dinah wound up going home and getting lost in all that she owned, half tempted to go to one of the nearby shops and buy something new at the last minute. However, she ended up settling on the jumper simply because she was in love with her bust line and how things were still tasteful but definitely sexy. And without even trying to text James, she went on ahead to the party, putting in the extra to smell like oatmeal cookies due to her body butter and body scrub as her own self-comfort.

What she definitely wound up not appreciating even more than all of that was the way Gossip Girl spun the situation. For one, the fact that there was a glorified stalker who's word wasn't taken with a grain of salt was baffling. How did this person get away with slandering kids of some of the richest people in the world, or at least, in the US? There was literally no one that they could hire who could hack this Pretty Little Liars version of Wendy Williams? Absolutely no one? Really? And then two, it wasn't as dramatic as Gossip Girl made it seem. Dinah didn't think that she dissed James and if it was awkward, it was awkward only in the sense that the one person she was friendliest with at the time was the one person she didn't really feel comfortable with. She definitely appreciated the compliment because Dinah had been worried it. It was definitely kind. But she wouldn't say that she dissed him. She just excused herself and said that she just wanted to do things her own way. She didn't have that social grooming where it was for the best that she sucked her shit up and grinned through things. She didn't have to do that. She'd either just tell someone she wouldn't be bothered with them or just plain not be bothered. At least she had been nice enough to word it in such a way that it wasn't an entire snuff to the guy and if James took it as such, then that was going to be his own problem because Dinah hadn't been worried. He wasn't someone she was comfortable with at the moment. Dinah wasn't going to throw an entire fit in public with tears and threats, but she didn't have to pretend that earlier in the day hadn't felt like a snub. Dinah had also just recognized that it would be in their best interest to leave the situation for another time - if they ever got to having a discussion about - and just enjoy the night. The fact that Gossip Girl even acted like Dinah had held her hand up in James' face like that only solidified a testy mood that was only solved with a red sangria.

To: Kitten
i dont like gg. dat bitch is a lie. r u here?? i havent seen u

Surprisingly enough, Dinah did do a bit of socializing and all without James' help. She had found a handful of people, mostly from the arts department at both St. Jude's and Constance. They seemed pretty cool and they had all laughed about the fact that despite the fact that everyone clearly was dressed to show out, their own clothing (Dinah's included) were from boutiques, not from the same designer stores that a lot of the other kids had gotten their things from. She had even danced with that one guy from earlier, though it was Gossip Girl who had given her his name because she surely hadn't gotten it. Yet and still, Dinah wandered back to the bar, a much brighter grin on her face after dancing. Dinah was just beginning to think about what her next drink was going to be when her gaze fell on the same girl she had spotted on the dance floor. The first things that had gotten her attention was how cool her hair was and the fact that Dinah could always appreciate another girl's legs. And if her gaze happened to linger a bit, even as she danced with the guy from earlier, Dinah just thought appreciation could be silent for the time being and it had been a welcome distraction - a reminder that she was supposed to be having a good time tonight and that she would. Tilting her head curiously, Dinah watched the girl from the corner of her eye until she made an alcoholic demand and with a smirk, filled with a random burst of interest, she stated loud enough for the girl to ear, "If that's the name of the game, then I'm in too." The bartender's attention snapped to her in interest, but Dinah's smirk was for the Asian girl beside her, a bit of a challenge in her gaze as she added, "I'll have whatever she's having."