𝐖𝐇𝐎: Noah Puckerman & @camevanss
𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍: Thursday, December 31st. Evening.
𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄: Clarington-Smythe residence.
Noah’s new year’s resolution and her current desire in general was to break away. Anyone with a set of eyeballs could probably see that: the dye job, quitting the Cheerios, coming to parties more often. She was trying to break out of her shell and so far, she didn’t have many complaints. She felt like a real Laney Boggs, but if Laney wore more black and had to live up to her sister’s reputation. That’s partially how she found herself at the Clarington-Smythe household, nursing a vodka mixed drink. She didn’t find it particularly tasty and she was still on her first drink, but baby steps, right? She was sure she’d acclimate to the taste of alcohol eventually.
Moving along the sea of bodies in her path, her eyes focused on a face she knew too well. Cam Evans, in the flesh and her stomach did a small somersault. Noah hadn’t seen the guy for a couple of weeks and the brunette simply brushed it off as such. “Cammy,” she drawled out, raising her cup to him. “Happy New Year,” she smiled giddly as she tilted her cup up to her face to take a sip from her drink. “What’re you drinking on this fine evening? Wait, wait, wait! Let me guess!” She held up a finger as if to signal him to stop talking before he could start. “Rosé! I’m right, aren’t I? I know I’m right.”