[center][h3][color=E3DAC9][b]Anna Sun[/b][/color][/h3][/center]

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Meifeng wasted no time in jumping back into the party's swing. Anna, however, wasn't feeling it. The electric atmosphere was lost. The mood had shifted to a languid, murky lull, matching the addled stupor most partygoers had fallen into. The party was in decline, but she was too caught up in her own mind to notice. She felt it when she stepped out of the bedroom, but it was little more than a passing thought. 

Anna was conflicted. The idea of being metahuman did sit well with her. It stole much of her "party hard" spirit. She wandered about aimlessly, looking as out of it as the much less sober guests. By the time, she reigned in the dizzying stream of thoughts, she had stumbled into another large common area. So many faces she didn't recognize. A few making out, others smoking and laughing. Anna wondered if any of them would remember anything in the morning. 

She spotted Marina dancing outside with some of her friends. They and a dozen other people had made their own dance floor on the large open deck out back. Anna wanted to go home, to be honest. Marina was her ride, but Anna suspected she may have to drive Marina home. The bitter thought of explaining things to Marina's dad came to mind, but she buried with great prejudice.

Caught between not wanting to interrupt Marina's good time and not feeling particularly sociable, she sidled along, picked a hard cider from a nearby cooler, walked outside, and found a less crowded spot. She bumped the top against the railing, put the brown bottle to her lips, and felt the cool liquid wash over her tongue with a biting sweetness. It burned a little on the way down. She turned back to watch the dancing, and sighed with a mix of content and resignation. She leaned against the railing and nursed the bottle for a few minutes, trying to enjoy her solitude.

Anna was about to get up and find another drink, when a dark hand reached from behind covered her mouth. At her neck, she felt a pinch under her skin. Screaming for help didn't work; the muscles of her throat felt numb, and she could hardly manage a muffled squeak. Her vision faded quickly as the world around her became murky and shadowed. 

[i]Then nothing.[/i][/color]