Faris looked at Venny expectantly when he responded to her about little Syleste. His response made her smirk. [b]”Good!”[/b] she said. She couldn’t respect someone who let others push them around. That’s why she kinda liked their tour guide today. [b]”Nah I think Goth chick would probably get down at a party. She seems like she just hates bs. But since we’re doing this together I won’t intentionally let her know,”[/b] Faris shrugged, following as Venny yanked her out the cabin door. She almost tripped in her beaded white sandals, not the type of shoe for running. She hesitated once they were outside and furrowed her brow, looking around at the other cabins. [b]”Who is the god or goddess of booze? We need some supplies,”[/b] she said, hoping Venny knew more about Greek mythology than she did. [b]”Ah well, we could just knock on the other cabin doors, invite everyone inside and raid their fridge at the same time,”[/b] she said with a quick devious laugh, walking up to one of the other cabins and peering in the window.