She wasn't drunk, not yet. Many people looked at Hannah Montgomery, and assumed that she was a straight edge, or that she would always conduct herself as a lady. And she did, for the most part. Hannah was all about keeping up appearances, but she was also about being herself, and a deep part of herself wanted to have fun now that she could properly have it. There was no more worrying about how she looked like, (even if she fussed about it) there was no more hiding herself away. She was Hannah, and Hannah was going to have fun. Which was why she'd gone all out on her costume. It wasn't as conservative as it could be, but it wasn't as scandalous as many other school girl outfits came. Just a cropped sailor top and a pleated skirt, with mary jane heels and knee high socks, her hair done in low pig tails. She'd contemplated some of the more out there ones, laughing at the prospect of it. They reminded her of the lingerie she had, the ones she kept for herself to make herself feel good. But part of the allure of that was that that was personal, it was private. What fun was there in being on display that much? Each to their own, but it wasn't for Hannah. Not at this moment of her life.
But she was having fun, which was the point. And she wasn't that drunk. No, she had a bottle of vodka in her hand, and was making her way from the pool to what she thought were the tents. Someone was bound to be around, and she was bound to run into someone she knew. After all, Ellsworth boys and Hannah Montgomery seemed to go together like bread and butter. They always had, though. Ever since the first time she'd been here at Heathfield, a life time ago as someone else, she'd found herself gravitating towards that dorm. She felt at home there, far from the judging eyes of Blackbourne and the power of Arkwright. Her heels were tracking dirt, and she sighed softly, making a note to clean them when she was sober. Or when everything wasn't so pleasantly hazy. She was humming softly under her breath the song that was playing in the background, and didn't take a swig from the bottle as she walked, but instead used it as a prop to sing into every once in a while. It was a sight, but the cover of forest around her meant it was barely visible in the dim light of the party behind her and in front of her. She used the backlight of her phone to watch her step, doing her best not to trip even on wobbly, tipsy legs.
The grounds cleared though, and what she saw was a field of desks. Some where in perfect rows, some where against trees or on the ground. It was a bizarre sight, but not if you remembered the theme of the party. And what a party it was. But of course it was wild; it was Elliot's. The thought made her laugh, until she saw a group of people over by one of the desks. They moved away though, one of them beckoning the other to come with, but they stayed behind. A sole person leaning against a desk. It took her getting closer for her to realize who it was, and that made her laugh more. With a smile, she said, her voice just a little bit louder than usual as she came up behind him, her hand on his shoulder as she spoke, "I thought you'd be impossible to find!" Her hand moved from his shoulder to his upper arm as she made her way over to the front of the desk. Hannah smile as she hummed out, putting the bottle on the desk in front of them, before she leaned against that desk as she looked at him, still grinning softly, "After all, you are the man of the hour, Elliot."
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