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it’s not like he can feign ignorance in knowing who’s apartment he’d stepped into — not when a multitude of his nights had ended within these walls , and right beside her at that . but a good party’s not easy for him to resist , especially when a few of his own friends had practically begged him to come along with them . after all , he’s the one with the connections . funny how all of them disappeared into the crowd as soon as they’d set foot in the foyer . now he’s on the hunt for a drink all alone , dodging conversation the best he can until he can get some substance in him ( at this point , he’ll take anything ) . and he’d only just knocked back a quick pair of shots when her voice is filtering through the air . “ not gonna kick me out ? you’re so sweet . ” he lilts , giving her a once - over before he’s grabbing a red solo cup for himself and extending it towards her . “ pour me one ? ”
“ oh you know, just being a good hostess. ” jordyn replies, dropping a few cubes of ice into her cup. “ i suppose. since you asked so nicely.” she says flashing him a saccharine grin with sarcasm laced in her words. taking the cup from him, that smile falls as soon as she turns back to the bowl of punch. the girl rolls her eyes at the other. “ anything else for you today?” she sighs, handing him his cup back.














