99 bottles | kizzie & quinn
The party was in full session as everyone had their fill of alcohol and food. The dance floor, though empty at the start, was suddenly brimming with elbows and legs pushing and shoving for space. A few dimly lit corners were occupied with attendants pairing off, that may or may not have been their dates for the evening. Quinn on the other hand, was sitting by long table with his feet propped up and his clothes a little dishevelled. Nursed in his hand was the almost finished bottle of firewhiskey that he now didn't even have the heart to conceal. He had Linton there with him a moment ago, before he was dragged off to dance by a girl who'd been staring at him the whole night. For a little while now he'd been observing the party, content to being settled in his place while a sort of chaos unravelled. "Hey. You there," Quinn called out. A familiar girl with wild hair approached the table, reaching for a drink. "I'm gonna need to see some ID."