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You’re not used to being the center of attention–at your school you were happy in your ‘<span class="mu-i">oh hey I know that guy</span>’ bubble. You knew where you stood and you were comfortable with that!
But here, well… it’s <span class="mu-i">different</span>. In a good way, no less! You’ve had a few parties cheer for you before having delivered pizzas, but that was usually because your customers were blackout drunk already. Here, well… the jury’s still out on how wasted everyone is, but you can definitely sense some authenticity! Snatching the first drink held out to you, you down the cup’s contents and relish the cornucopia of horrid flavors within–did… did they just <span class="mu-i">mix</span> everything in the liquor cabinet!? Where’s a <span class="mu-i">REAL</span> drink!?
As if on cue, someone pushes a <span class="mu-s">RUM AND COLA</span> into your hands! Now we’re talkin’! Chugging <span class="mu-i">that</span> drink as well, it dawns on you that you’re missing a few members of the band–a few key players that, had they not played their parts, would have….
Well, the night would have ended a whole lot differently, that’s for sure. Scanning the crowd for Moose and Hank, your search comes up empty. Hank you can understand given what you learned from Cammy, but <span class="mu-i">Moose</span>?
Dude’s about as stealthy as a fighter jet buzzing a playground!
Seeing your friends slip into the crowd to mingle, you take the opportunity to slink away as well–with luck the people you’re looking for are inside the <span class="mu-s">MANSION</span>...
Before you can creep through the threshold, though, you’re stopped mid-entry by a quiet, but familiar voice behind you!
“Don’t like crowds either, huh?”
Turning to face the person lurking behind the door frame, you find yourself staring at <span class="mu-s">LIBBY</span>--her face sporting a much friendlier expression than before!
Not really, you shrug, you were just looking for Moose and Hank…
“<span class="mu-s">UPSTAIRS.</span>” The girl replies as she points a pale finger in the appropriate direction. “They’re on guard duty until the cops pick up that Smythe asshole and his goons.”
Figures, you sigh as it dawns on you that Smythe’s still alive, so what’s she doing in here then?
The girl shrugs. “Didn’t feel like swimming home.”
Ha-ha, you reply with a roll of your eyes, she knows what you mean!
“I was waiting for you, actually…” She replies as she impatiently crosses her arms across her chest. “Wanted to thank you for… y’know.”
Saving her dad’s ass? That gets a laugh outta’ her!
“Yea, <span class="mu-i">that</span>...” Libby smirks. “Hope he wasn’t too much of a handful.”
Nah, he’s… he’s <span class="mu-i">cool</span>, you mutter! <span class="mu-i">THAT</span> gets a whole burst of laughs!
“Oh… oh man…” Libby stammers in between giggles, “He’s… no he’s <span class="mu-i">not</span>... at <span class="mu-i">ALL</span>....”
Yea, you shrug, she’s kinda right…
>CONTD.
