there were a number of reasons why fletch hadn't enjoyed the idea of being dragged to the party, she had felt it in her bones that things were not going to go well. now, here she was, alcohol and fury flooding her system after arguing with the other all she wanted to do was find a distraction. as her eyes scanned around the party they landed on the other who was in a seemingly intense makeout session with a girl she didn't know, she couldn't help but roll her eyes. that was when she caught sight of the bird they had flipped in her direction. she noted how interesting it was, that they knew she was there, watching, even if it hadn't been intentional. with a heavy sigh, the femme downed her drink, about to head to find something to distract her when she ran into a stranger, offering an apology and a smile. maybe this would work? they seemed nice enough, right?