she really had no idea how she had gotten there in the first place -- truly, she had drank at some time before going to the party ( she wasn’t sure, but she k n e w herself enough to know of that ) , but nearly not enough to obliterate parts of her memory. it didn’t matter, though -- she was in her environment, and she expected great things to come from it; she was going to make great things with it. walking towards the bar, she snatched the bottle of vodka directing only a smirk to the bartende before she took a huge sip off of it, talking to no one in particular. “ don’t tell me this is going to be yet another one of those boring parties. ” she rolled her eyes, “ all of you really don’t know how to party. ”












