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[center][h2][color=bc8dbf]Caitlin Morgan Cade[/color][/h2]
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Earlier…

Parting ways with Jaz, Caitlin went back into the house. She made her way up the main staircase, and down a hallway that rounded to the back side. All of the doors lining the hall were shut tight… save for one at the far end, which had been left slightly ajar. [color=bc8dbf]"Home sweet home I guess."[/color] She kicked off, stumbling once, having forgotten that her board wasn't underfoot. Laughing it off, she walked her way to the open room. Her hand hesitating, she pulled the door open slowly at first, flinging it fully open as she peaked inside. A light grin etched across her face. 

Beyond the other side of the door sat a small room, ten feet by ten feet of floor space. Its furnishing were minimal: a twin sized bed occupied a spot against the wall halfway to the far side where a single window draped with a lavender curtain set filtered in the afternoon light. A four-drawer dresser stood against the wall opposite the bed. [color=bc8dbf]"Just like I left it."[/color] It was a room Cait was familiar with. She had stayed a fair share of nights in the Coven House… usually because mom and dad had seen it as a better way to keep her from sneaking off; the Coven had always had tight security. 

Cait made way to the bed first, noting that a large suitcase awaited unpacking. As promised, their belongings from home were already delivered. Unpacking, though, could wait. Immediately, Cait set the suitcase aside, and flopped down onto the bed. Opening her backpack, she rummaged and rifled through the contents. [color=bc8dbf]"Please, please, pleass… Yeeaaah."[/color] She spoke coolly, removing from the inside of the backpack the ground, rolled herb of choice. Feeling victorious, she set the joint and a lighter from her pocket on a nearby nightstand and set about unpacking. 

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Cait was settled in by the time the party was set to start. Not much for fancy dressing, she gravitated towards her [url=https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSHQZGF1w3-NtTr3A8VePFu75PjHrlCY8jhQrZ3a7CCng&usqp=CAU&ec=48665699]Favorite Jersey[/url], an unscuffed, untorn pair of gray Carhartt pants, and her Favored Vans cap, turned backwards. Dressed, and enjoying the subtle irony of her going to a party her first night back, she took up the joint and lighter from her nightstand. She lit the joint, and took a smooth inhale. Savoring the onsetting buzz, she exhaled and headed down stairs. 

People were already gathering in for the festivities. A table of snacks and drinks was set up in the dining room looking out towards the veranda. Someone… Miles, if Cait recalled correctly, had just come in from the veranda. Visible on the other side, standing alone, was someone Cait recognized more readily. [i][color=bc8dbf]Carlisle.[/color][/i] Ignoring the festivities for the time being, Cait made tracks across the room, and poked out onto the veranda. [color=bc8dbf]"Car… Dude… Come on in… it's a party!"[/color] She looked to the joint in her hand, and back to Carlisle. [i][color=bc8dbf]Hundredth time's a charm?[/color][/i] She held the joint up in an offering gesture. [color=bc8dbf]"You uuh… Ya wanna hit this?"[/color]