"Oh, Paula..." she said sympathetically, putting a hand over her girl's shoulder. And that was it. It immediately registered in her head that Paula wouldn't stand a chance with Quinn, unless by some miracle Spencer came along and started dating her again.. Quinn was a complete jerk treating her like that in the past. Weezy knew he wouldn't be any different — she had conquests like him then. They were just too much for her. She looked behind her to see if the ass was listening before she turned back to Paula. "But, hey, see it this way. You're way better off when it comes to love. I mean, look at me. Wasting away with singledom. Maybe except for a German guy I'm getting along with."
She paused for a bit, reaching for some cherry syrup and orange vodka and pouring it into a tall translucent red glass, dropping in two ice cubes after stirring. She spoke again a little after Jordy cut off. "I swear, I have friends I can totally introduc—"
She'd now known the reason why she'd stopped speaking. As soon as she felt the presence of another person in the kitchen aside from themselves, Weez couldn't help but giggle as she'd realized that he was there. Gently, she let go of Paula so she wouldn't have to grab her wrist to keep her there. It would've been the mother of awkwardness anyway. She immediately shuffled over to Jordy, who was making her special over at the other counter.
"Wohoaaah," she whispered, a giggle escaping her throat as she put on a cheeky smile. "Look who's getting lucky tonight."
JD shook his head with a smile as his friend made his comment about Weez. Well, she did have her moments when she shone like a diamond. "Look man, if you still want her, why don't you go and talk to her? Apologize maybe? 'cause by the looks of it, I'd say she wants to fuck you up bigtime," JD advised Greg, pulling out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket. "Did you even love her? 'cau— gaagk!"
Feeling like he'd been knocked off his feet, he slowly got back to his senses and smiled at who'd bumped. "Oi, Grant! Wasn't expecting to meet you like this," he joked. "Although it would've been better if you'd said 'hello' at least." Alcohol, something she won't taste. He mulled this over a bit, and when Greg replied harshly, he simply patted his friend's shoulder to calm him down. The host had to relax tonight, after all.
"Hey hey, Greg, relax, man," he said in a very chill way. "It's your night. Have a drink, get wild... Bet you a Benjamin that I'll end this party with three girls with me in bed. And not the plain ones, too." JD couldn't help but laugh at himself. This was the JD with alcohol in his system. Just the usual stuff, but whiskey? Any host would have to prepare for the storm. "Damn, I forgot. Greg, this is Grant Abernathy. New kid."
He turned to Grant and said, "Get her cranberry vodka punch? Maybe pour in a little more vodka for good measure. Who's the victim tonight, kiddo?"
She paused for a bit, reaching for some cherry syrup and orange vodka and pouring it into a tall translucent red glass, dropping in two ice cubes after stirring. She spoke again a little after Jordy cut off. "I swear, I have friends I can totally introduc—"
She'd now known the reason why she'd stopped speaking. As soon as she felt the presence of another person in the kitchen aside from themselves, Weez couldn't help but giggle as she'd realized that he was there. Gently, she let go of Paula so she wouldn't have to grab her wrist to keep her there. It would've been the mother of awkwardness anyway. She immediately shuffled over to Jordy, who was making her special over at the other counter.
"Wohoaaah," she whispered, a giggle escaping her throat as she put on a cheeky smile. "Look who's getting lucky tonight."
JD shook his head with a smile as his friend made his comment about Weez. Well, she did have her moments when she shone like a diamond. "Look man, if you still want her, why don't you go and talk to her? Apologize maybe? 'cause by the looks of it, I'd say she wants to fuck you up bigtime," JD advised Greg, pulling out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket. "Did you even love her? 'cau— gaagk!"
Feeling like he'd been knocked off his feet, he slowly got back to his senses and smiled at who'd bumped. "Oi, Grant! Wasn't expecting to meet you like this," he joked. "Although it would've been better if you'd said 'hello' at least." Alcohol, something she won't taste. He mulled this over a bit, and when Greg replied harshly, he simply patted his friend's shoulder to calm him down. The host had to relax tonight, after all.
"Hey hey, Greg, relax, man," he said in a very chill way. "It's your night. Have a drink, get wild... Bet you a Benjamin that I'll end this party with three girls with me in bed. And not the plain ones, too." JD couldn't help but laugh at himself. This was the JD with alcohol in his system. Just the usual stuff, but whiskey? Any host would have to prepare for the storm. "Damn, I forgot. Greg, this is Grant Abernathy. New kid."
He turned to Grant and said, "Get her cranberry vodka punch? Maybe pour in a little more vodka for good measure. Who's the victim tonight, kiddo?"