Ichabod Crane's Story

Kallistrate merely raised her eyebrow as Lilith spoke to her and Christian briefly before walking towards the game. She did smile slightly at her effort, but it was obvious that the two were uninterested in participating. She did have a sense of humor though, so in response she lifted her bottle of cider slightly and nodded her head. The majority of people attending the party would fall under the category of barely acquainted, at least where she was concerned. If she could bring herself to care about her social reputation, she would probably be alarmed at that number. That being said, and with thisbeing her first outing since arriving at this glorified boarding school, she was relaxed and was having a fine time merely sitting and playing the spectator.
However, Kallistrate felt strange watching couple after couple lip lock. It seemed so foreign and gross to her, whether it was a small peck or a sloppy mess, she never understood why people clashed faces in order to show affection. She did feel sorry for Caleb with the bottle landing on him and all from Ichabod's spin, but despite a lot of uncomfortable tension, everyone seemed to be a good sport about it. She wouldn't go as far to say that some got a special kick out of seeing the different degrees of embarrassment float across Caleb's face. She'd always felt strange when it came to Superman's son, seeing as how their parents had quite a torrid past. Had things not turned out they way they did they might have even been siblings. But a life without her father was hard to picture. He molded so much of what she was she couldn't even imagine what kind of person she would have ended up as without him there.
She was brought out of her thought as a rather large and imposing character made their way through the party, while simultaneously spitting out his drink into his cup. She raised another eyebrow at the strange behavior, but decided not to dwell on it as it quickly grew irrelevant to her. He was obviously given the drink, but didn't have a taste for alcohol. She could sympathize. Soon enough though the man, Freddie now that she could see him more clearly, wore his full Punisher garb and she almost felt jealous considering the uniform her mother had passed down was so ridiculously revealing. All super strength and virtual invincibility aside. Whomever decided for her that underwear and a corset posed as acceptable battle gear should deservedly be thrown in a mental institution. A small smirk tugged at her lips at the thought of changing it. Her mother would go ballistic. After a nonchalant once-over in Freddie's direction she turned fully towards the crowd in mild attention as Frankie's spin landed in front of none other than Jack Quill. She winced slightly as he seemed to hesitate and touch his head, feeling a little guilty. She was ready to get up and go ahead and apologize, but then he gave his usual suave comment and planted a big sloppy one on Frankie's face. Kallistrate's face twisted up at the sight. She didn't understand kissing. Though this one was short lived as Nathaniel got a tad territorial with Frankie and Kallistrate nearly laughed out loud.
During the kiss Wren had come to the bar trying to coherse Freddie and Christian into playing the game and she thanked her lucky stars she was so lucky to be left out. Not that she had ever been a romantic person, but she was sure this was not how her first kiss should play out. If she even decided to have one that is. She was almost impressed as Freddie seemed to resist both Wren and Petra, poor Christian wasn't so strong. As Christian was begrudgingly lead to the circle, Kallistrate turned towards the bar and grabbed a bottle of water and turned back to Freddie, only to notice Caleb walking towards them. Presumably to gather more drinks.
"From one Anti-social party goer to another."
She offered Freddie a small smile and the water before she turned her gaze to the approaching Caleb and nodded.