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Grace Crystal Evans

"You guys need to be nice to one another..."

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a character in “Just One Yesterday”, as played by Lvdwilt2000

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Grace Evans
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full name: Grace Crystal Evans
nicknames: Gracey, Crys
age: 23
sexuality: Bi-curious
occupation: Daycare owner
hex: #e10531
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I'm not just one of your many toys
You don't own me. - Lesley Gore
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appearance:


Grace is the height of 5 foot 2. Though her eyes are not blue like the song but a hazel brown. Normally her makeup routine consists of light colors. nudes and not bright lipsticks unless she is out to party.

Her hair is a brown colour and has always been the natural. Never dyed or touched by hair sprays. She normally keeps her hair at a medium size length enjoying her hair down or in buns.

She dresses normally in a very fancy manner. She believes accessories are her best friend whatever they may be. She likes a lot of scarves and necklaces.
Grace's appearance was not a set one. When she dresses yes in a fancy manner but it reflects off how she is feeling for the day. Bright colours when she is happy and darker colours on days that she is not in a mood really.







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Gentle as the sweet magnolia
Eagle when she Flies - Dolly Parton
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personality:


Grace has a very different type of mannerism. Always having been the mom of the group she is outgoing and very protective of her friends. Being protective she made sure to try to help patch up arguments. She always wanted to make sure she was there for everyone. She had her flaws she always felt she wasn't perfect enough. Or sometimes that she didn't even belong. And she had her crushes along the way but her character never changed.

Grace is not religious but just raised old fashioned that you should wait until marriage for sexual relations. So during school, she was not the type to go off with many boys. She saw the boys in her group as friends and kept it that way. Her parents never judged that. She enjoyed the group doing her best to try to keep everyone happy. She made sure to do a lot of things for everyone else and keep her feelings out of the way.


likes

✓cooking✓children ✓facebook ✓Netflix ✓Music

dislikes

✘fish ✘math ✘diapers ✘drugs ✘bugs





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There's nothing oh so precious asOnly When you Go - Majandra Delfino
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history:

Where does Grace Evans begin? She was born to her mother and father that lived in the town. She had one sister and one brother. She was the youngest and having them be so much older left her feeling not so welcomed. At age 10 she took her babysitting license and ever since been working. Taking care of children led her to such love and happiness.

Not much really happened and she was okay like that. She liked the quiet and calm things. She was happy the most when she was with her friends. She had those friends all through elementary, middle and starting high school. Something about her friends was their clique was different. It wasn't just emos or just the pretty uptight girls. You had kids from different races, genders, or would be normally classified to another clique.

It was nice something rough or simple. They didn't have a group name. It was just friends. They did most everything together. They grew up going through puberty together. And then when they broke up she was devastated. She was heartbroken. Her best friends were in their group. The reason they broke up she even forgets at this current day.

She continued her career in babysitting making sure to gather a good enough money so she could put herself through her ECE with that she opened her own daycare. She never moved from town and enjoyed taking care of the little ones.

One night a terrible event that she had to this day deep embedded in her. She was closing up the daycare when someone broke in. With an unfortunate situation, she was raped. The situation was horrible as she was planning on waiting till marriage. She looked for guidance all she could do was talk to therapists, look at different religions, and talk to friends. If she had any. Discovering she was pregnant she sought help. Looked into options. She loved children and she knew it was a big responsibility but she needed to keep this child. She wanted to put the message out there. She could do it.

So begins...

Grace Crystal Evans's Story

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xxi stand for a while and waited for words,
xxseen but not heard and struggled to try.
xxmy tongue's turning black, but i'll take you back,
xxyou're still the best, more or less, I guess.


The party was only just starting to kick off, and yet Max was already perhaps a little too drunk. He'd promised himself he'd take it easy, but then he'd just been so anxious about seeing everyone again that he may have lost track of his drinking. He was still in control, mostly sober, but things were just a little blurred around the edges. In reality, it was probably the best state to be in. He felt like he could actually talk to people like this, and god knows he'd need courage to talk to some of these people.

Of course, the fact that not everybody was here yet and Max already had another drink in his hand was... an issue. He didn't want to be so drunk he'd do or say anything he'd regret, but also he didn't want to be too sober. His mind was finally clear, no rushing or racing or spiralling thoughts. Sure, he was nervous, but who wouldn't be in this situation? It was normal anxiety.

And then he spotted some food and found himself immediately drawn to it, the thoughts of his anxiety and his troubles gone. He made a beeline for it, his drink still in hand, and started piling some snacks onto his plate. Pizza was one of the foods he only really seemed to love when he had more than a little alcohol in his system. His prize achieved, he wandered around the party, desperate to find someone to talk to. He wouldn't have the guts to talk to most of them sober, so now seemed like the best time.




raven mirril
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xxi'll be right there,
xxbut you'll have to tie me down
xxand then break both my hands
xxif you need anyone,
xxi'll be right there.


Raven stepped out of the taxi, her bag hanging off her shoulder, and looked up at the building in front of her. It didn't look much from the outside, but presumably there was room enough for all of them. The door was already open, so she wandered in and headed straight upstairs. Having found a bedroom that appeared to be upstairs, she just threw her bags onto the bed, quickly touched up her lipstick, and adjusted her skirt. She would be lying if she said that she wasn't a little anxious over all of this. Seeing people she hadn't seen in such a long time... it was a weird thrill, one that was a mix of anxiety and excitement. She'd changed so much. Would the people she'd once loved have changed as drastically as she had?

She fixed a brilliant smile on her face and headed downstairs, her vibrant red heels tapping on the floor. The party seemed to be mainly in the sitting room, but she stopped into the kitchen first to get herself a drink. Her eyes glinted with delight as she took in the scene before her. So many different kinds of drinks, so many choices. She made herself a cocktail and snagged some snacks, before heading back into the sitting room to scan and see if she could spot anyone she recognised. Surely their host, Barty, had to be around somewhere, but it seemed that they'd just missed each other. She sipped her drink and danced a little to herself as she scanned the room, always watching.

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Grace was as nervous as a sinner in church. Her heart felt very heavy. Here she sat in the house she owned. Looking in the mirror. "I am as fat as a whale. I should not be going to this." She exclaimed to no one but herself and her small cat Princess Fluffy. The cat was like a princess who had dark gray fluffy fur.

As she tried to apply some makeup on her face she felt like she was trying too hard. So she wiped it away and started it all over again. Needless to say, now it was five minutes until the party started and she hadn't even driven there yet. As she drove it was beginning to get dark and instead of acting like the mature person she always was she dreamed of acting immature for one night. Being labelled as the mom of the group for so long. She was always the mature one. Always the one to talk to them when they needed it.

But sadly her hair could not be let loose. So like normal she placed it in a rather tight bun and looked gently at the building she was in front of. Here she would be reminded of her childhood the simpler and better times. She then walked in. As her feet touched the ground each time there was a clanking of her shoes. She could feel her heartbeat in her ear beating like a drum. The sound was a vibration and sounded like someone would rip it out of her chest.

What would people think if they saw her? She had no wonderful story to tell about getting married and having a family. And if she didn't tell them she was raped, they would think she was a slut or a whore. Her mental thoughts were tearing her down and she had no idea what she was going to do.

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Lokys had been one of the first few people to arrive at the party, likely because he was one of those few left of their friends who had no hesitations or worries about meeting everyone. He was excited to see all of the faces that had populated his school days, filling it with smiles and laughter and whatnot. However, even this cheerful guy can't be oblivious to the thick tension that hangs over the room. It would take something stronger than the plastic knives set out to cut through it.

He can't help but notice, either, that Max has had quite a few drinks considering the party only started officially like five minutes ago, and truth be told hasn't really started yet. You'd be stretching it to call this a party at the moment, given it has the vibe of an empty middle school dance with how people seem to be avoiding one another. Lokys takes a small drink of his rum and coke- he doesn't normally drink, far preferring to smoke, but figured this was an event with old friends and warranted a bit of social drinking. With this renewed warmth in his stomach, Lokys walks over to the anxious looking Max.

"Yo, Max! What's going on, what've you been up to recently?"
the question hangs for a moment, but without really giving Max time to fully respond, Lokys tacks on: "Pretty empty party at the moment, huh? I hope everyone shows up soon, I've missed you guys. A lot."

Lokys smiles warmly. Having moved away pretty soon after the group split, he never really felt the chill that had grown between some of the members. As far as he's concerned, everyone might have a little bit of frost between them, but that should be easily melted by smiling and trying to have a good time. Push comes to shove, he wouldn't be opposed to trying to get some mediation going at this party. That being said, mediation wouldn't exactly be a party-experience, and he doesn't want to put Bartyboy in a hard spot by making things difficult with that. Depending on how long everyone is going to be in town, there may be time later to try to help rebuild some bridges.





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Gin is sitting in her car, parked outside the building where the party is being held. She's watched a few people walk in, but remains glued to her seat at the moment, lost in thoughts triggered mostly by nostalgia. And anyway, only a few people have walked in- she doesn't want to get stuck in the corner because not a lot of people have showed up yet. Truth be told, while Gin had relied heavily on that group when she was younger, there are many of them whom she was only friends with because they were also in the group. Looking back on it, she wonders how loose her spot in the crew had been. Makes sense- no one likes a crybaby. Gin sighs and takes a swig from a flask she has kept tucked into her cropped leather jacket. She tends to bring her own drinks out of habit, after having gone to a party in college and felt that there had been something very wrong with the drinks they were suspiciously only giving out to girls.

Not that she thinks that anyone in this group would mess with the drinks here, it's just a comfort thing at this point. Gin waits for Grace to walk in, not wanting to enter at the same time and risk being immediately pulled into a conversation that might center on feelings or something squishy like that. She's definitely not in the mindset at the moment for something like that. So, she gives it a few more minutes before stepping out of her mustang (which she may or may not have bought because it made her feel more in control, somehow stronger), and walking in.

Clearly she had not waited long enough, because the crowd is still a bit sparse and peppered with people whom she either isn't in the mood to talk to or who have recently not been keen on talking to her. She used to get along quite well with Max, for example, but last time they met he seemed to walk away everytime she approached him. Unfortunately he and Lokys seem to be talking, or else Lokys would be her next choice. The two of them grew up next to each other until he had moved away, and he had been her closest friend in the group for a long time. Truth be told, talking to him after the group split up had done wonders for motivating her to be stronger and more selfish.

Finally, she sees Raven. Not someone she would have approached before, but recently they've had a lot more in common. If anything, Raven is the lighter one now, while Gin maintains an air of rigidness. She approaches her, heels of her black ankle boots helping to make her a bit taller, but not enough to reach Raven's height. "Nice moves," she comments with only a hint of awkwardness before revealing her flask and taking another drink from it.






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Coming here was a mistake. Will is certain of that. Amber isn't even here yet, and she is one of the people that he had come specifically to see. It had been a while since they've seen each other in person, after all, since she's been in California pursuing her dreams and he's been in college pursuing what he decided his dreams must be. Of course, she's not the only person that Will has come here to see- but he hasn't caught Eden for a moment yet. Not that it really matters, anyway. For all of his recently inflated ego, his tongue still gets caught in his mouth when he sees her.

And anyway, she's a model now, so that's pretty much out of the question. She'll always be far beyond his reach, it seems. So Will hangs out by the food table, putting away pizza like there is no tomorrow because his nerves are starting to work up the longer he's here. He spots Max, of course. He clocked him the moment he walked in. Drinking, feeling nervous, and looking at Max are proving not the best of combos. Will takes an aggressive bite out of a slice of pepperoni and tries to pretend that Max isn't another person who makes him feel incredibly inferior. After all, he's just some skinny dude, right? Will frowns, making at least an effort to not walk over and try to pick a fight with the guy. It's only one party, after all, and Will hasn't had enough drinks for that. When is Amber getting here?

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Amber wasn't sure this was a good idea. She was going to be reunited with people that she hasn't seen in years. On top of that, it was going to be a party and Amber hates parties. Being in a crowded room with a bunch of people and watching them get drunk just wasn't her idea of a fun time. She was wondering why they couldn't all just go get lunch or something awkward of that nature. But she had already agreed to go. Barty would be upset if she skipped out. A sigh escaped her as she stepped off the plane. Amber was running a bit late to the party. Her flight had been delayed and then it was slow to take off, but she was here now. There was a gentleman outside the gates with a sign that had her name one it. Her manager must have arranged for a private driver for the few days she had planned to stay. She followed him to the vehicle parked outside and told him where to drop her off.

The building where the party was being held, wasn't far from the airport. Within moments, she had arrived and was headed inside. She could hear the music and light chatter, but she wasn't ready to see everyone quite yet. As quietly as she could, she headed all the way upstairs to where the bedrooms were. One of them already held someones bags so she moved onto the second one. She dropped off her items, making sure her guitar was safely set aside close to the bed. She dashed into the bathroom and stood in front of the mirror. "Just say hi to people. No one is going to force you to dance, drink, or excessively mingle. And if they do...just run." It wasn't much of a pep talk, but it was enough to get her to head back downstairs to the main room.

There were several people here already. Lokys was over with Max, whom seem to be a bit intoxicated. It didn't matter if he was or not. Amber wasn't going to go over there and find out. Raven was here, as lovely as ever, talking to Gin. Amber made a mental note to go and talk to her at a different time. Preferably after she had relaxed a bit more. The host wasn't anywhere to be seen, but she saw someone that quickly put her at ease: Will. He had told her that he was going to attend the party, but she was afraid that he would get cold feet. Amber quickly made her way over there with a bright smile. It has been a while since she has last seen him and he was definitely a bit taller and had more muscular than before, but it was still the same Will to her. "I can't believe you are actually here. In person." She couldn't help but attempt to hug him. "I missed you so much."

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Alice wasn't sure if she overdressing or not. Alice wanted to impress everyone and show them how she evolved but she wasn't sure how to go about doing that without looking like an attention hog. The invitation hadn't really established a dress code so if she was overdressing only the host can be blamed. Yea, Alice could assume that everyone was dressing fairly casually for a reunion but there always has to be the show off that dresses expensively, right? Alice sighed and began to play with her hair as the taxi sped down the road. The years had been very good to Alice and she hoped everyone else had the same fortune. Of course, a lot of things can happen in such a long span of time but a lot of those things could be positive. Amber was a fairly successful singer now and Eden had become a model so everyone else could've done just as good. Alice touched up her makeup as the mansion came into view. Alice hadn't seen many mansions anymore since she took up residence the inner city area. The exterior was amazing and she was sure the interior would be just as grandiose. Paying her fare, Alice walked up to the door with confidence.

The door was open, which Alice thought was a pretty bad decision, but Alice decided to ignore the minor detail. Just like she predicted, the mansion was just as beautiful on the inside. Walking in caused a wave of nostalgia to crash over her. The warm light of the mansion made it feel like some kind of flashback as she took in all the familiar faces. Alice didn't know what she expected, but everyone looked so different. Features had become defined and people grew. Some people were bigger some people were smaller. It was weird to see people she knew in her youth to look so adult. Alice guesses they'll have the same feeling as her when they greet each other. Looking at everyone and how their features matured and became more defined made Alice feel like a kid again. It felt like when she was an underclassmen in high school and the seniors all looked more adult than she thought she ever would. It wasn't a bad feeling though. It was nice to feel a little younger again. Everyone was already in conversation and Alice felt awkward trying to but in to any conversations. The girl opted to start getting drunk since tonight was supposed to be something fun. Alice had a high alcohol tolerance so she hoped that she wouldn't have to consume too much to get a nice buzz.

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This was a bad idea. Leaving Samuel alone with his sister, while he trusted the woman, he didn't want to leave his son. He liked spending time with him, not having to deal with other adults. Able to care for his kid, wow. He had gone soft, but a kid did that to ya. He reminisced of a time where he wouldn't have ever thought of falling in love, having a family. He didn't want to be his family, he was shocked. Looking back now, Leo just knew he was a kid. Every kid thinks that, and maybe he hoped for something else. He wasn't a drinker by any means, a glass of wine here and there, maybe a beer or two. But he hadn't been fond of the substance, but tonight, he was glad there was. Because he was going to have to face his demons, or, demon.

Max Chapman

The name rang in his ear like a bell, the boy who Leo had believed he could've loved if given the chance. The boy who ditched his 'friends' and linked up with the people who tormented them. His clenched his fist, in the backseat of the Uber he rode in. He didn't want to see him, he didn't want to face him. He would rather go through Delilah all over again, than talk to Max. He didn't know what he'd say, he had so much pent up anger towards the male. A frustrated sigh left his place, as the driver called out that they had arrived. He thanked the man, and left a tip on his phone, and walked out. He'd ready himself for a barrage of questions about his life, how he was going to respond. Before he knew it, he was in front of the door and walked in. The music sort of reminded him of a high school party, except this time he wasn't going to show up drunk as all hell at 3 am to his hotel room.

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xxi stand for a while and waited for words,
xxseen but not heard and struggled to try.
xxmy tongue's turning black, but i'll take you back,
xxyou're still the best, more or less, I guess.


The appearance of Lokys brought a genuine smile to Max's face. Lokys was perhaps the one person in the room that Max had zero bad blood with. He'd just moved away after the argument, so he'd never really known what Max had become. And Lokys was so chill that Max wasn't even sure he'd care. "Yeah. It's good to see you again. What have you been up to? You went to some fancy school, right?" He asked with a grin as he took a bite of his pizza. The instruction from Barty not to eat all of it just made Max's stomach twist and sent his brain into a spiral of negative thoughts. Barty was going to hate him for eating this much pizza, he was having more than his fair share, everyone was going to hate him for it-

He took a long drink, wishing the alcohol would kick in faster. Had this all been a mistake? Was the alcohol even going to be enough? Would people start to notice if he didn't relax soon? Was it even worth him being here, did everyone hate him anyway? He wasn't even listening to Lokys, Lokys was going to start hating him too. He could feel another spiral coming on- and then he spotted somebody entering the party. Somebody that made it feel like his heart had momentarily stopped, like the swirling thoughts in his head went quiet. Artie. Max found himself smiling, despite the previously rushing thoughts. He definitely needed to talk to Artie at some point, it had been far too long.




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xxi'll be right there,
xxbut you'll have to tie me down
xxand then break both my hands
xxif you need anyone,
xxi'll be right there.


The appearance of Gin made Raven burst into a huge smile and wrapped her arms around the shorter girl. "Oh my gosh, it's so good to see you! You look fab!" She gushed. Since deciding to give up on her negativity, she'd learned that opening with a compliment tended to make just about everyone feel better. Especially if it was genuine. "The flask makes you look totally badass by the way, and here's me with my stereotypical red solo cup. But look, it matches my shoes!" Perhaps the alcohol was a little stronger than she'd intended. She caught a glimpse of Amber, who then ended up in a conversation with Will. Will wasn't exactly her favourite person, so she decided against joining that conversation.

"So, how have you been? What are you up to these days?" She asked. She caught a glimpse of Grace, looking a little uncomfortable on the outskirts, and beckoned her over enthusiastically. "It's so weird having everyone back here, right? I thought when I'd graduated that, well, that was it, we're never gonna see each other again. I mean, I know things are a bit weird. But maybe things will improve a little, right?" She remarked, taking a sip from her own drink. Even Raven knew that was a little optimistic, and probably a little foolish. The tension was tangible, and Raven knew there'd have to be significantly more alcohol consumed before it even started to dissipate. More people were here now, and it hadn't even improved that much. She just prayed everyone would behave themselves and that it wouldn't turn messy. She'd been hoping for a chill few days, and didn't want it ruined on the first night because people couldn't hold their tongues.

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As she walked in she saw everyone. She went to a side corner and stayed out of the way. Taking a few deep breathes and catching her balance. It was surprising to see so many different people there. They had been a large group of children at play when they were younger. And now here they were coming to be adults and really seeing the world all so differently. She never thought she was better than any of them.

She bit her tongue and watched as Barty descended he always was good at being a host of something. She watched as Raven quickly motioned over towards her. She put her first foot forward and smiled. She was going to do this. As she walked over to Raven and Maryam she motioned her lips into a smile.

"Hello Raven, Maryam! How are you ladies doing tonight?" She knew the conversation of her ever extending belly would eventually make the topic but right now she was young and enjoying life. That was the best way to do it. She was not going to bring up the rape right away because it would just be too long, awful and awkward to talk about.

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"Only the fanciest of schools," Lokys responds, his smile still easy and relaxed. Compared to most other people in the room, he makes it seem like being here and talking to everyone is as natural as breathing. Lokys has always had that sort of air about him- relaxed, difficult to shake. Perhaps that's why he had managed to make friends with everyone without ending up part of any drama: he seemed to float above it. At the same time, he had occasionally wondered whether that made him less close with some of the group than other people were. He was neutral territory for the most part, which was convenient but could occasionally leave him left out when the group would splinter into smaller clusters. Had he not moved, that might have been a legitimate issue the young man would have had to dealt with. But he did, and is therefore still smiling, still optimistic about his group of childhood friends.

"But yeah, I went to some collegiate school program thing. Rough at the time, but I'm glad I did or else I wouldn't have been able to travel as much as I have. I remember being so jealous that you were from Europe when you first moved here! It's been cool finally leaving the sphere.," Lokys finds himself cut short when Barty descends the stairs in a way that makes him seem almost like the host to a murder mystery party. When Barty walks over and chides Max for eating so much, Lokys glances at the blonde to see his reaction. When they were younger, Max always seemed a little on edge, and he's not sure if this would come across to harsh. He notices Max's smile fade almost instantly, and tries to break through with a joke.

"Well, he didn't tell me not to eat all the pizza. Rookie mistake," Lokys comments, grabbing himself another slice. This doesn't quite to seem to crack through the rapidly growing ice. He follows Max's eyes to Arty across the room, and Lokys's eyes brighten when he sees Max smiling again. Easy fix.

"Yo! Arty, dude! Get over here, how have you been?" he calls over the curly-haired brainiac. Lokys realizes this holds the risk of him becoming an awkward third, as Arty and Max have always been close, but to be honest he's always been fairly comfortable being the odd man out.




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Gin returns the hug without hesitation. The relationship between Gin and Raven is an odd one, in that they had been complete opposites as children. You would never catch the two hanging out one on one, despite being in the same friend group. When everyone had reunited last year, however, it was like two strangers meeting for the first time and clicking. It is for this reason that Raven is one of the people in the group that Gin feels the most comfortable with now. It's not like an awkward reunion with an old friend that she had split up with due to tension, but like meeting a new person where there was no past drama or concerns to worry about. In this group, Raven is a fresh start for Gin.

"Thanks! I saw you when I walked in and was worried I was under-dressed. To be honest, I'm just not big on shared sources of alcohol. Kinda matches the jacket though, huh?" Gin is smiling. It's not that wide, toothy smile she used to have as a kid, that came and went as easily as the rain and revealed every thought in her head. That being said, this smile is still genuine in its own right- it simply keeps a few cards close to her chest. Gin wonders exactly what is in Raven's solo cup- the girl certainly seems to be feeling the effects of it. Gin takes another swig of her own flask- it's spiced rum, not too strong and not too much of a pain to drink straight. It's not necessarily that she wants to play catch up (Gin has no intention of getting trashed, especially since her bags are still in her car and she hasn't gotten unpacked or anything), but she doesn't want to end up being the most sober one here. Remembering Lokys, she glances over at her childhood neighbor- his presence means there is no risk of her being the most sober one, actually.

Gin continues to smile as Raven chats on optimistically, but her own expectations for the next few days are much more reserved. Gin is quite certain that some fight will break out tonight or tomorrow, someone will cry, etc. Despite that, she is here. Better make the best of it. "I don't have much exciting going on. Got a new car," she adds, proud of the first major purchase she's made on her own.

Grace reaches them and asks what's up, but Gin is busy trying not to notice that her stomach is looking a bit rounder than average. It's most certainly not rounder in a 'gained weight eating too much ice cream or drinking your carbs' kind of way. She makes steady eye contact with Grace, as this is clearly a question the girl wants to avoid. "To be honest, I just got here. Yourself?"

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xxi'll be right there,
xxbut you'll have to tie me down
xxand then break both my hands
xxif you need anyone,
xxi'll be right there.


There was something about Grace that Raven knew was a little off, but she couldn't quite put her finger on it. And then her eyes landed on Grace's stomach, and she resisted the temptation to raise her eyebrows or ask any questions. "Yeah, I'm not long here myself. I think we're still at that point in the night where everyone's a little awkward and tense, but once the alcohol kicks in I think it should be a little better. How are you doing?" She asked, taking a sip of her drink. "Can I get you a drink or anything? I think Barty's got some non-alcoholic stuff around her somewhere if you just want a soda," she added, then wished she'd said nothing, wondering if she was just making assumptions. But then again, maybe Grace wouldn't be drinking anyway. She'd always been the mom of the group so it made sense that she'd still be looking out for them all.

"It's kinda weird seeing everyone again, right? As in, not just walking past each other and saying hi in the street. Actually partying with them and having conversations with them and like... seeing where everyone is in their lives. Some of us have changed quite a lot, and then it feels like others haven't changed at all. It's like meeting completely new people. Kinda anxious, kinda exciting, right?" She remarked. Mostly, she just wanted to stop the conversation being awkward and having to turn to Grace's stomach. Raven had an inkling, but... given that Grace had always said she'd wanted to wait until marriage, it seemed unlikely. She didn't want to make any assumptions or make Grace feel uncomfortable either.

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She looked at Maryam and Raven. If only she could drink. She was still in a mode of needing to try to watch out for their safety with drinking. She cared about people and she wanted to make sure they would stay safe. She knew some of them looked like shit and looked like they could use someone to talk too. But she was not that great herself.

"That's a relief. He is always thinking of everything. I have never been a drinker." She took a deep breath. Not one that people could hear but just a silent one. "Especially now. Its quite obvious isn't it?" She said giving them a small glance. She looked over at the group of people around her.

"Is everyone here from when we were younger? We always had so many people in the group! It was awesome that we were always so welcoming to everyone. And yes I agree. It is still a bit difficult we haven't seen each other in quite a few years. I am still alive thank you Maryam." She looked at the drinks and wondered if it did really have non-alcohol ones maybe she would look better with a cup in her hand.