[center][color=MediumAquamarine][h3]Jennifer Flint[/h3][/color]
[color=MediumAquamarine]Location:[/color] 50 Park Point Drive, Apartment 3C
[color=MediumAquamarine]Interacting with:[/color] Malcom [@McHaggis]

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Jen laughed when she heard Malcom poke fun at her liver. It was probably true to be fair, she did drink an awful lot. Probably an unhealthy amount, if she was honest with herself.
[color=mediumaquamarine]"I don't think I've ever seen you completely flat out wasted. Kind of a shame, I think you would be hilarious,"[/color] she said, [color=MediumAquamarine]"Though you're right, probably not good for dancing. Art on the other hand. I've had some of my best ideas whilst drunk. Ideas like the dead pidgeon on the sidewalk. That was a good painting."[/color]
She quickly wrote down a note on a pad of paper, before going back to studying the art.
[color=MediumAquamarine]"I can't imagine doing the amount of exercise you do for ballet. I think I'd break before I even did one dance. I just kind of have to move a brush around and hope that it comes out looking like something."[/color]

Jen let out a small cheer when she heard him say he would go to the party.
[color=MediumAquamarine]"Yay, I won't look like a loner when I turn up! I can be your wingman or something cool like that!"[/color] She said happily, glad that her friend would be coming with her.
She was seriously looking forward to this party. It would be nice to let loose one more time before the term started properly. Get drunk, have a laugh, maybe fool around with someone. She wondered if any of the first years were hot. As much as she hated to admit it, she would have to cut back a bit whilst she was working at the institute, so she wanted to leap on this opportunity. 
[color=MediumAquamarine]"You sure you're ok to go out tonight? You look a little rough from yesterday,"[/color] She said, slightly concerned for her friends wellbeing.
After all, he was the one who pointed out that not everyone could keep up with her.

[color=MediumAquamarine]"Oh yeah, that things on. I think one of the company's was doing an adaptation of Macbeth or something like that. One of Shakespeare's plays. I might drop by later to go see it, assuming I don't get caught up in helping firsties. If not, do you want to meet back here to get ready? What time do you think you'll be done at?,"[/color] She said,  starting to get ready to head back out as she grabbed her jacket, a short black thing with a hood on the back.