Bella gently set a drink down (in a real glass, thank you!) in front of Pen, taking the seat beside her. In the spirit of summer, a Logan Hunter beach bash didn’t seem so bad. With Penelope in this summer ensemble- with Penelope- it definitely wasn’t so bad. “Let me know if you want to leave early,” she joked, mostly, absentmindedly reaching out to push a loose strand of her hair away. “There’s no way we make it through this without some kind of disaster. I’ve already heard from three reasonably reliable sources that even Nate Archibald has emerged from the junkyard for it.” @shafaiontherise
“I will,” Penelope affirmed, and she was definitely not joking. She had an economics midterm she could be studying for, and considering the crowd that had congregated here today, she might actually prefer that. Bella excluded, of course. Bella always excluded. At the mere invocation of Nate’s name, she felt a wave of intense embarrassment, only superseded by her love for gossip. “No way, really? Judging by the way you just said junkyard, I’m guessing he didn’t disappear because he was off courting some Saudi princess.” Penelope couldn’t help but smile. Nothing to improve one’s evening like the misfortune of others.
