There was no emotion on his features, no telltale signs or any sort of communication between them beside a blank stare. Now that he saw her, as sober as one large gulp of vodka left you, he thought that maybe he had been wearing his beer goggles before. An angular brow quirked, almost challenging her, fingers raising to rest the mouth of the bottle on his lips taking another swig. It was a question of who would act first.
a party was a party. Â it hardly mattered to sana that she had been invited to the gathering by none other than wang jackson. Â she would have shown up if she been asked by a stranger, the temptation of a good time too much for her to resist. Â the fact that the other had gone out of his way to tell her about the secretive affair held in the dorms only made her slightly more interested. Â given their track record, it could really only mean one thing. Â and although he wasnât necessarily her type, the witch was attractive and fun enough to catch her attention. Â one more notch on their belt couldnât hurt.
if anything had convinced her to attend the little get-together, it was the promise of free drinks. Â long ago, sana had learned not to waste her hard earned cash on useless things like alcohol and cigarettes, instead looking for creative ways to get them for free. Â she only smoked when others did, bumming a cigarette or two off of a single person and moving on to another if she felt the itch for more. Â it made her feel like she wasnât addicted, like she could control her urges if she never actually purchased a pack herself. Â and the very same logic was applied to drinking. Â she couldnât have a problem if she only drank at parties, surrounded by others in the same state and taking whatever was provided to her. Â of course, that had a tendency to increase the amount of partying she took part in, but that was a worry for another day.
despite her understanding of what the invitation had meant, sana took her sweet time actually interacting with the person who had invited her. Â he had a very specific agenda, and while she wasnât opposed to it, her main reason for attending was much different than his. Â getting laid would just be a bonus at the end on the night, a fun way to wrap things up before returning back to her own bed. Â she wanted to let loose, have fun and ignore all of the stress of school and work. Â so when she spotted jackson from across the room, a comically large bottle already in his grasp, she simply turned away to find a drink of her own.
something fruity but strong enough to do the trick was made for her, the familiar taking a few sips of the drink as she tried to mingle. Â she had time to interact with jackson later on. Â for now, she just wanted to have some fun, socializing with a couple of friends and maintaining a safe distance from him. Â if he was truly determined (as his expression told her when they locked eyes for a brief second), he would approach her himself. Â she didnât mind a game of cat and mouse, deciding for once not to be the cat.
