{power | #8AC29B | attire}
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Jenny watched his eyes fall intently into focus, and she had dubbed this his ‘camera face’. She had always thought it was quite cute when he concentrated on his photography, it was like he was in his own little world. This time, the subject was her. “Stay put” he said quietly as he aimed the camera at Jenny and she tried not to blush again. Thayer was always taking pictures of anything he came across, and Genevive had been a big help in some of his shoots. No matter how many times she was in front of the camera lens, it never made her any less nervous. As Thayer coached Drake about the proper way and technique to use a camera in this lighting Jenny tried not to fidget any so he could take a good picture. She had a soft smile on her face, as she heard the camera click, not even realizing she had been holding her breath the entire time.
Jenny turned her head sharply to the speakers as a small speech was made about this summer, followed by a thumping bass. The dance had started. Jenny turned back to Thayer with a grin, as he was already getting started with pouring two shots for the both of them. Jenny was never a heavy drinker or a huge ‘party girl’ but this was the one night a year where she just let go to have fun with her best friend. Thayer handed her the shot, in a toast. ”My lady. May we get even drunker and laugh harder this year than all the others.” Jenny laughed with a nod of her head, ”To bad decisions, and best friends” she clinked the shot glass with Thayer’s before downing the shot, the liquid burning slightly in her throat.
After adjusting slightly to the shot she took a step back, and began moving slightly to the beat on her heels. She waggled her eyebrows teasingly at Thayer and then to Drake and Keevan, ”Last one to the dance floor is a rotten egg” before sashaying to the beat to the dance floor, and strangely enough she left a trail of daisies in her wake. They bloomed everytime her feet would touch a new spot in the grass. When Jenny drank, her powers got… a little less controllable.
{gifted | #8A9FC2 | attire}
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You already know the answer to that, fuck yeah. We're the most musically inclined, it'll be good as fuck.
He raised his eyes across the bonfire to Lance’s, who happened to be staring directly at him. Cayden just cocked his head slightly to the side a small smirk on his lips. He had always enjoyed Lance’s company and friendship, he’d just wish that he didn’t pick such shitty friends to hang out with. Not to mention Lance had begun picking up the tendencies of the plastics and it was becoming exhausting for Cayden to keep up with.
He was abruptly taken out of his thoughts as someone ran into him, tipping the glass in his hands spilling it. ”Shit!” He said sharply in surprise, raising his eyes to the culprit. Air. He groaned slightly, she probably hadn’t even noticed she bumped into him. Thankfully, his shoes were the only thing tainted by the alcohol. ”Great. What a great start.” He muttered to himself turning to get some water from the table, grabbing a couple napkins. He tried his best to salvage what he could, scrubbing furiously but they were definitely stained.