[center][color=MediumAquamarine][h3]Jennifer Flint[/h3][/color]
[color=MediumAquamarine]Location:[/color] Mr Caldwell's apartment
[color=MediumAquamarine]Interacting with:[/color] Olive Darcy [@Classpet]

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[color=Mediumaquamarine]"Hey!"[/color] Jen said, smiling at the person, [color=mediumaquamarine]"My name's Jennifer Flint, but you can call me Jen."[/color]
She stuck her hand out to shake, still trying to act polite despite her slightly tipsy state.
[color=mediumaquamarine]"What's your name? Are you a first year? Are you from New York? Or from somewhere else?"[/color] She asked rapidly, before taking a deep breath, blushing a little when she realised how fast she had been talking.
She coughed a little and looked away, slightly embarassed.
[color=mediumaquamarine]"Sorry, I get a little excited around new people. I'll try and tone it down a little,"[/color] She said, laughing a little at her own blunder, [color=mediumaquamarine]"Still, I would like to know who you are, despite my terrible first impression."[/color]
She took a swig from the bottle in her hand, chugging back a quarter of the blue liquid. She stared at the back, staring at the numbers.
[i][color=mediumaquamarine]'Only 10%? At this rate, I'm going to be sober the whole night,'[/color][/i] She thought to herself. 
She would have to find some stronger stuff soon. Maybe Nicky had some vodka hidden somewhere.

Jen blinked when the girl commented on the size of the party. She looked around, getting a quick estimate of how many people were in the house.
[color=mediumaquamarine]"I mean, sort of? I'm probably not the best judge of this. It's a big party for your first one. But I've been to bigger. Definitely bigger than most of the ones I had at home. Except for the party after the school ball. That thing was huge,"[/color] She said, grinning a little at the memories of that particular booze fest.
She took another drink, nearly finishing the bottle. She stared at it disappointingly, before finishing it off. She  stared over at the kitchen longingly, wanting to get something else to sate her thirst. She turned back to Olive.
[color=mediumaquamarine]"Hey, ever drunk vodka?"[/color] She asked, a mischievous grin on her face, the sort of smile that promised trouble and lots of fun.
Jen mind was now set on making this first year's night the best of her life.