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Corinne was never one to say no to a party, even if they were just thinly veiled work functions that let her play dress up. This though was a real party, a birthday party— a casual night of fun and drinks and food and friends. She was dressed for the occasion too; slightly overdressed but make it sexy. What she wasn’t expecting was for her shameful little party trick to follow her to this party.
After the events of the debate, and the subsequent massive hotel bill— she decided coke was just not for her, she feared that she’d soon become Mia Wallace but without the cool backdrop of a Tarantino film. So she’d been consciously avoiding calling Hans or events where she’s sure there’d be some. But this time was different, she stumbled into it in the same Disney princess fashion in which she stumbled into many things. Left door, or right door? Oh look! They’re doing lines, I think I’ll be fine with just one...and one turns into two, and two turns into three and before she knows it, she’s found herself in the hallway all alone in the most euphoric state she’s ever felt.
It’s only when she bumps into something? someone that she remembers where she is. She rubs at her nose with the back of her palm instinctively. “Joe?” she asks, her tone fearfully surprised. “I didn’t, I didn’t know you knew Harper and Jack,” the pot lights in the ceiling give him an odd halo effect, as if he’s her saving grace. They also don’t help in hiding her dilated pupils, and whatever was left on the button of her nose that she desperately kept trying to wipe off.
It’s almost as though every time she did something she shouldn’t have, the exact wrong people would show up, at the exact wrong time.
