Weezy could only laugh as Paula practically lunged at her. She swore she could've broke and ankle from that half-fall, but she gracefully got back on her feet again with a smile to boot. The 'I'm so glad I'm seeing you again' sort of smile. Getting back to her senses after that surprise attack, she wrapped her arms around Paula just a few seconds after she did her with a laugh, forgetting her own troubles about attending a party the man she despised hosted. Paula's question took her back down to Earth, remembering why she'd come here. With a sad smile, she glanced at Sandra for a moment before returning to her blonde friend. "I flew," she said sarcastically, a giggle escaping her throat just moments after, cutting short whatever harshness would've followed and replacing it with a tone of friendly banter. "Sandra practically dragged me all the way here," she said, rolling her eyes. "You know how I really don't wanna be here."
Oh shit. Oh shit, there he is. Oh shit. Someone get me a kitchen knife now. Her blood boiled as she saw Gregory Groove come her way. She knew she looked just about as calm and serene as an untouched pond, but inside she felt as unrestrained as a cusser hurling swear words at 200 miles per hour. That head of dark hair that she remembered so well. That cheeky smile he had on him. This was proof that she wasn't dreaming. He was here standing next to her; he smelled the same as he did the last time she'd had any sort of contact with him. She thanked God silently for JD coming just in time before she felt like she could explode. She smiled a bit at JD as a small hello before she made off with Jordy and Paula to the kitchen.
"Oh, hey Thomas!" Weezy said as a casual hello, a small smile gracing the corners of her mouth before she rushed over to where most of the vodka was on the kitchen counter. Another shocking sight? Quinn. Her blue eyes widened at the sight of him; she hadn't seen him in ages. While he was turned away just after he'd beckoned for Paula to come, she turned to her good friend, forgetting that she asked her what she was drinking. "W-what the fuck is Quinn doing here?" she hissed through her teeth, mildly angry at Paula but more at Quinn than anything. "And why isn't Spencer with you? Where is he? Is he here?"
"He's just over there," Thomas declared, pointing at a young man with another blonde. Oh, shoot, why did she miss that?
"P, is there something I missed?" she said, her expression quickly changing from mildly annoyed to mildly sympathetic.
JD, on the other hand, had a few laughs with the rest before turning to the host, an eyebrow raised. "Hey, buddy, sorry to rain on your parade and all, but wasn't that just Weez?" he said, looking over at the kitchen where she, Paula and Jordan were. An overwhelming sense of confusion coursed through him too, but that could've been the after effects of that joint he had yesterday. "She's looking better."
Oh shit. Oh shit, there he is. Oh shit. Someone get me a kitchen knife now. Her blood boiled as she saw Gregory Groove come her way. She knew she looked just about as calm and serene as an untouched pond, but inside she felt as unrestrained as a cusser hurling swear words at 200 miles per hour. That head of dark hair that she remembered so well. That cheeky smile he had on him. This was proof that she wasn't dreaming. He was here standing next to her; he smelled the same as he did the last time she'd had any sort of contact with him. She thanked God silently for JD coming just in time before she felt like she could explode. She smiled a bit at JD as a small hello before she made off with Jordy and Paula to the kitchen.
"Oh, hey Thomas!" Weezy said as a casual hello, a small smile gracing the corners of her mouth before she rushed over to where most of the vodka was on the kitchen counter. Another shocking sight? Quinn. Her blue eyes widened at the sight of him; she hadn't seen him in ages. While he was turned away just after he'd beckoned for Paula to come, she turned to her good friend, forgetting that she asked her what she was drinking. "W-what the fuck is Quinn doing here?" she hissed through her teeth, mildly angry at Paula but more at Quinn than anything. "And why isn't Spencer with you? Where is he? Is he here?"
"He's just over there," Thomas declared, pointing at a young man with another blonde. Oh, shoot, why did she miss that?
"P, is there something I missed?" she said, her expression quickly changing from mildly annoyed to mildly sympathetic.
JD, on the other hand, had a few laughs with the rest before turning to the host, an eyebrow raised. "Hey, buddy, sorry to rain on your parade and all, but wasn't that just Weez?" he said, looking over at the kitchen where she, Paula and Jordan were. An overwhelming sense of confusion coursed through him too, but that could've been the after effects of that joint he had yesterday. "She's looking better."