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"You guys need a drink?"
Raising her glass and shaking it pointedly, Petra smirked.
"Way ahead of you."
"You all are free to drink- I'll play chaperone."
"How noble."
Her smirk grew a touch wider at Daniel's comment, and she responded with in jesting sarcasm, well aware of how rarely Daniel tended to drink, let alone to the point of dizzying himself. She sighed, a melancholic smile on her face.
"But I'm afraid you may well have your work cut out for you," She glanced up at him with a sly smile that hid her despondency. "I'm in a rather bad mood, so I'll be living recklessly this evening." With that, she downed her drink, only for some faceless stranger to rush up and put another in her hand. Some eager-to-please freshman, no doubt, but if they said anything, she didn't notice, too focused was she on her friends. She probably wouldn't have paid the class president any mind either, if the rest of her group hadn't turned to acknowledge him.
"Well, if either of you need a dancing partner let me know, but otherwise I'll hang back."
"A wise move." Petra joked, referencing his dancing skills (or lack thereof) with a teasing smile. Petra finished her second drink, aware but not too bothered by her fast pace. Already she could feel the oncoming vertigo, and she welcomed it into her psyche with open arms. Yes, good. Let's forget for a night.
Reaching over, she took a filled cup from a passing student, who turned to complain only to catch his tongue as soon as he recognised whom he was about to chide. He visibly gulped, and went on his way as quickly as his feet could carry him.
As the first song began to play, she turned to Brooke and smiled questioningly, offering the girl her free hand.
Raising her glass and shaking it pointedly, Petra smirked.
"Way ahead of you."
"You all are free to drink- I'll play chaperone."
"How noble."
Her smirk grew a touch wider at Daniel's comment, and she responded with in jesting sarcasm, well aware of how rarely Daniel tended to drink, let alone to the point of dizzying himself. She sighed, a melancholic smile on her face.
"But I'm afraid you may well have your work cut out for you," She glanced up at him with a sly smile that hid her despondency. "I'm in a rather bad mood, so I'll be living recklessly this evening." With that, she downed her drink, only for some faceless stranger to rush up and put another in her hand. Some eager-to-please freshman, no doubt, but if they said anything, she didn't notice, too focused was she on her friends. She probably wouldn't have paid the class president any mind either, if the rest of her group hadn't turned to acknowledge him.
"Well, if either of you need a dancing partner let me know, but otherwise I'll hang back."
"A wise move." Petra joked, referencing his dancing skills (or lack thereof) with a teasing smile. Petra finished her second drink, aware but not too bothered by her fast pace. Already she could feel the oncoming vertigo, and she welcomed it into her psyche with open arms. Yes, good. Let's forget for a night.
Reaching over, she took a filled cup from a passing student, who turned to complain only to catch his tongue as soon as he recognised whom he was about to chide. He visibly gulped, and went on his way as quickly as his feet could carry him.
As the first song began to play, she turned to Brooke and smiled questioningly, offering the girl her free hand.