[center][h1][b][color=#ed0000]Bryant O’Connor[/color] & [color=#ff00c3]Belle Locke[/color][/b][/h1]
Interactions with: Natalya-[@HushedWhispers]
Location: The Party

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Connor returned the hug and the kiss as she spoke to him, giving a bit of a shrug. “[color=#ed0000]Eh, no big deal, I survived more or less.[/color]” He gave a smile and a shrug. Once Sam entered, he watched Tas leave(one of Connor’s favorite activities was watching Tas leave), and decided that he didn’t feel abandoned this time. At least this time it was for food, and not to change her clothes. He shook his head and tipped back the rest of the Sprite in his can, looking at the alcoholic beverages again, sighing woefully. “[color=#ed0000]I don’t even have to [i]pay[/i] for it.[/color]” Shaking his head, he tossed the empty soda can across the room, watching it soar through the air. When it sunk into the garbage bin he’d thrown it at, Connor exploded in an expression of self-praise:

“[color=#ed0000]Oooooooooooooooooooooooooooohhhhhhhhh! He shoots, he scores! Every time, baybay. I’m the next King James.[/color]” After he felt he had sufficiently patted himself on the back, Connor looked over at the newest entrants to the party: Eva and Didi, both of whom he rather liked. Eva’s happy declaration that they had arrived in time for the food caused Connor to do things: first and foremost, he laughed and rolled his eyes, and secondly he saw the food. This was the more important action of the two, as it was the one that had the most effect. Connor slipped over to the food wordlessly and loaded his plate. After he was satisfied, and thought that the plate might sate his otherwise insatiable hunger, Connor grabbed another Sprite and watched as Tas handed over the Tiffany’s box. “[color=#ed0000]Ooh, what a fancy box. Open it, Nat. Let’s see what’s inside.[/color]” He said happily, looking around at the group.

“[color=#ed0000]Once everyone has their food I’ll give you that [i]super[/i] present, too. That way I can make sure everyone’s here, y’know? But I wanna do it before we’re all bouncing around and dancing and what not, too.[/color]” Connor explained, smiling at Nat as Belle stepped up behind him, sliding her gift to Nat, a hardcover copy of one of her favorite romance novels, signed by its author in front of her. The book was wrapped in a shiny gold wrapping paper.

Belle smiled at Nat, “[color=#ff00c3]Do mine after Tas’s, but [i]before[/i] Connor’s. So Connor knows where he places on the totem pole[/color],” she explained, shoving Connor gently, who had a look of mock shock on his face. 

“[color=#ed0000]Why does everyone hate me? Always me vs the world when we’re hangin’ out, man.[/color]” The man pouted, sticking his tongue out at Belle, who laughed at him and grinned.[/center]