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[color=Lightslategray]Location:[/color] At the party, Caldwell Penthouse
[color=Lightslategray]Interacting with:[/color] Alex [@reiko] and Carmina [@Viciousmarrow][/center]
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Although Avaleigh was enjoying herself, she did think this shindig would be more worth the experience if she had a close-knit girlfriend to dance with and lure all the eye candy toward them. The party was a madhouse, even for a high class one. There was still the college vibe with stupidity and sexual tension – the main difference between a house party and this overpriced one was rather than using plastic cups, they used actual glasses (damn, rich people) and the chances of running out of hors d’oeuvre was unlikely. The silver haired girl’s baby blue orbs scanned the mass of people wondering when her brother would return. She knew if he were here, he would be eyeing her like a hawk, but at the same time… he was the closest person to her in New York-- the one she felt most secure around. Oddly enough, Ava felt like she would be more inclined to get shitfaced with her brother’s presence. After all, he was quite the functional drunk. Loud and ridiculous at times, but functional.

There was a brief moment when the host, Nick Caldwell, did acknowledge her. At the time, she was waiting at the bar for a drink (thank god they didn’t check IDs). He had walked up to her and introduced himself handsomely cool-like, as if he was the top dog of the world, slipping in a compliment or two. Without a doubt, one of the most popular seniors at Mortimer was flirting with her. When she introduced herself, his expression swiftly changed to bewilderment, but also had a hint of amusement, as if what he was staring at was a mirage of his mind. The top tier host told her he couldn’t believe Ava and Jasper were related, explaining how there was an obvious hierarchy in each year and that she would most definitely make it to the top one day, while her brother simply floated around the ladder. He didn’t want to seem like he hated her brother. No, not at all. Jasper was one of the most reliable and caring seniors Nick could have ever been acquainted with and if anyone were to fuck with Jay, he’d personally deal with them himself. At Mortimer, some people had “star quality” in them. Those were the ones that everyone noticed. Jasper was a graphic novel artist, who used a pseudonym, deliberately avoiding fame at all cost. Plus, Nick explained how her brother didn’t think his looks would get him places. Ava, on the other hand, had the look, the attitude, and from what her brother has told him, definitely the talent too. His expression was distant but for an asshole, he sounded like he actually cared about her brother more than he would like to admit. There was a moment of silence. She couldn’t read what was on Nick’s mind while he took a long drag of his cigarette and observed her with his tired yet intrigued stare. At least he liked her, right? Within time, the host dismissed himself to welcome other people entering his domain, leaving his smoke behind. When he left, Ava immediately escaped the area where the smell of fumes lingered. She hated how much it made clothes stink. 

Having not danced yet, the young woman sauntered in the room, wondering if she could find someone in the crowd worth giving her time to. Instead of entering the mess of sweaty college kids, she decided to sit on a sofa with her margarita in hand, keeping to herself. Don’t get her wrong, Ava was a social butterfly when she wanted to be, it was just… no one interested her. As she quietly sat, her gaze caught sight of her brother’s roommate making his way towards her with a fairly attractive brunette, who seemed to be enjoying herself. Smiling up at Richard, Ava gave him a playful wave and watched him run off to enjoy himself. The woman before her seemed quite excitable and confused. Mostly, confused.

[color=00cce6]“Who’s Ava?”[/color]
 
The world was moving slightly, but not enough for Ava to lose focus, her tolerance for alcohol being relatively decent compared to other kids her age. Grasping her drink with her left hand, she stood up and went beside the brunette.  Giving the other beautiful woman a welcoming smile, Ava answered her question, “[color=Lightslategray]That would be me![/color]” She spoke loud enough so her voice could be heard over the music, “[color=Lightslategray]I’m Avaleigh, it’s nice to meet you.[/color]” Her voice was like fine red wine or delicate velvet, even with the loud bass overpowering their conversation. She nodded to the woman, not one for handshakes the first time she met someone, “[color=Lightslategray]Looks like you’re having fun! I would too, if the selection were better. Maybe I just have high standards.[/color]” The thin dancer frustratingly stared at the crowd as she gave the brunette a glimpse of her agenda.

The oblivious brunette was startled when she heard a new voice actually answer her rhetorical question. Turning her head to the source a bit too quickly, Alex's vision swarmed for a moment as she blinked hard a few times to regain her senses. When she opened her eyes once more, she was met with a beautiful, silver-haired girl. Tilting her head to the side [i]slower[/i] this time, the girl sitting was verbally non responsive to Ava's introduction and opinions. Now if the fashionista was sober, the other girl in front of her would have rubbed her the wrong way. Alex would have read her words as condescending since she wouldn't believe that Ava really cared whether she was having a fun time or not. And what was "if the selection was better" and "maybe I just have high standards" supposed to mean? Alex was here; did that mean she wasn't good enough to be within the girl's presence?

But the brunette wasn't and the only response she gave was a giggle and smile. [color=00cce6][b]"Aw, I'm pretty sure it's not [i]that[/i] bad."[/b][/color] As if just noticing a serving platter with a finger food she didn't recognize beside her, Alex picked one of the small appetizers up. [color=00cce6][b]"There's food!"[/b][/color] she chirped enthusiastically as if trying to convince the stranger that this function wasn't so lame. [color=00cce6][b]"That's always a good thing,"[/b][/color] the buzzed girl stated confidently as she distractedly gazed off at the lights before taking a bite of whatever was in her hand.

Alex must not have been drunk enough because she could taste how absolutely [i]vile[/i] whatever fancy food she had just ate was. Practically hacking up the morsel, a small hand come up to the girl's lips to cover her mouth. After she forced herself to swallow the remaining bite that hadn't escaped, Alex placed the rest back onto the tray with a grimace. [color=00cce6][b]"Okay, [i]well[/i], I need a drink now. Did you want to come with me to the bar?"[/b][/color]

Giving the other woman an inquisitive stare, Avaleigh carefully watched her, from the brunette’s expressions to the little actions she did while tipsy. Although Ava’s eyes were a soft baby blue, the way she kept her gaze on the other woman was rather intimidating, in a piercing dagger kind of way. This was simply out of habit and not meant to give off the idea that the dancer was judging her. The unfortunate circumstances of having a resting bitch face, you know? Ava would be lying if she didn’t find the woman to be absolutely fucking adorable, but alas, the freshman wasn’t one to show much kindness in her expression often. The brunette didn’t say her name yet, probably too happy to be at the party (and completely forgetting), when suddenly she reacted quite exuberantly to the taste of a wealthy appetizer.  Imagining her brother doing the same thing, Ava couldn’t help but slip out a chuckle (which revealed there was more to her than being a complete bitch). Covering her mouth, the White Dove apologized, “[color=lightslategray]I’m sorry for that… you just reminded me of my brother.[/color]” After all was said and done, her party companion asked if she wanted to go to the bar with her, “[color=lightslategray]Yeah, sure.[/color]” 

As they walked, the dancer added,  “[color=lightslategray]If I’m coming off a bit standoffish, I don’t mean to. I’m a freshman and kinda new to these kind of parties. I’d be more comfortable if I had friends here or my brother.[/color]” For the most part, she was telling the truth, even though she didn’t have any friends besides her brother now (if that even counts). Sighing to herself, she didn’t want to seem like an utter failure at socializing. She wasn’t. The girl just had a major fall out with her friends back in Cali. 

With a sudden thought, Ava took a sip of her margarita and curiously asked,  “[color=lightslategray]How do you know King? Good friends?[/color]" If they were going to hang out tonight, might as well get to know each other a little,  “[color=lightslategray]Oh,  by the way, I never caught your name.[/color]”

Green eyes glanced to the side in contemplation as the other girl responded to her. [i]Wait, why is she apologizing?[/i] Having Ava's laugh go completely past her head, Alex merely smiled lightly as the other accepted her invitation to join her for a drink. Slowly but surely, the buzzed girl made her way through the crowd and reached her destination at the bar. Once she arrived, she gave a puzzled look at the bar stool as if it were a challenger because carefully trying to sit on it without tumbling over. The girl quickly ordered a rum and coke as she listened to the silver haired girl speak. As soon as the drink arrived in front of her, Alex drank half of it in one go before responding to Ava.

[color=00cce6][b]"I don't think you're being antisocial; I think you're just not drunk enough,"[/b][/color] the fashion designer stated simply. As if to emphasize her point, she took another sip from her drink, this time smaller and eyeing the other girl as if she was a guilty little kid and Ava was going to scold her any minute. After a silent, awkward moment where the sober girl was probably eyeing the brunette, Alex continued on. [color=00cce6][b]"Whoa. You're a freshman? How did you get into this party then..."[/b][/color] she trailed off, muttering the last part mostly to herself. However, before she could contemplate on the scenario any further, she waved her hand in the air as if to dismiss Ava's previous concern.

[color=00cce6][b]"You haven't started your first day yet. At Mortimer, everyone finds at least someone they can connect with. The school and people sometimes makes you nervous but you'll get the hang of it,"[/b][/color] Alex supplied gently... which would have been sentimental if she wasn't half-slurring and hiccuping a few times throughout. Remembering that Ava had brought up her brother a few times, the younger girl unknowingly smiled at the topic, her own thoughts drifting to a certain tall, sweet blonde that she would be living with now.

Just as she was about to dot on her best friend, her company brought him up. Taking Alex by total surprise that this stranger and the boy she adored knew each other (despite the fact he was the one who had introduced her to Ava), her whole face brightened as she asked, [color=00cce6][b]"Are you a psychic? Or mind reader? Dude! I was [i]just[/i] thinking about Richard. That's so crazy!"[/b][/color] Clearly excited, the oblivious brunette continued on. [color=00cce6][b]"Maybe you're a fairy. Because of your white hair. Which is absolutely gorgeous, by the way,"[/b][/color] the girl genuinely complimented.

Pumped up now that the alcohol from her drink was now pumping through her, Alex continued babbling on. [color=00cce6][b]"I wish I could have that color but it would look weird with my pale skin. And I would have to wear mostly darker colors which I can't."[/b][/color] As if just realizing what she had said, the tipsy girl frowned in such a saddened fashion and was silent for a few seconds before her hectically wandering mind went back to a more pleasant subject.

[color=00cce6][b]"I'm Alex!"[/b][/color] the girl interjected quickly before going off about one of her favorite people in the world. [color=00cce6][b]"Hm, something like that. Richard's my bestie and I love him so much!"[/b][/color] she exclaimed, her expression beaming. [color=00cce6][b]"We're really close. I bet we're like you and your brother."[/b][/color]

Nearby, the energetic Carmina had just dissuaded a few attractive Seniors from flirting with her after they realized this lady talked [i]way[/i] too much. As they excused themselves, telling the tiny girl they had to go meet [i]”a friend”[/i], she waved good bye to them while her dark eyes flittered about, landing on the silver haired female she arrived with conversing with a brunette she didn’t know. Her ears caught the conversation, and like the wind, her form stormed over to them, greeting them with an overly cheery smile and a wave of the blue drink in her hand.

[color=navajowhite]”Hello! Your brother is Teddy, right?”[/color] she cut in, directing her question to Ava. Her dialogue was far from over though. [color=navajowhite]”I’m Carmina! It’s great to meet you guys. College is [i]so[/i] fun already and classes haven’t even started yet!”[/color] Without missing a beat, the Latina took a swig of her beverage before more words started to fall from her lips. [color=navajowhite]”Whoever that Nick guy is, he really knows how to throw a party, right?!”[/color]

Not having much time to respond to the rambling of Alex, simply nodding, drinking, and smiling, Ava’s blue orbs caught sight of a person that rubbed her off the wrong way and entered their conversation rudely. In most cases, she would ignore the presence and continue her chitchat with the drunk Alex, whose words trailed off, slurred, and were a bit all over the place, but Ava adored her anyways. HOWEVER, the first thing that came out of this spanish girl’s mouth was her nickname for her brother, and by her she meant herself: [u]HER[/u] NICKNAME. If Ava were to say she was pissed, that would be an understatement. The dancer was fucking infuriated. Did Jasper mention “Teddy” to this tiny bitch? On top of that, her nagging voice was the most annoying thing Ava ever did hear. As the new appearance talked at the speed of light, the silver haired girl chugged the rest of her margarita down. Her face might have showed little to no feeling, but her eyes were set aflame.  Asking for another drink, this time a far, far stronger one, a Long Island Iced Tea to be specific, the dancer tightly held onto her glass and gave Carmina a spiteful smile, as she teethed, “[color=lightslategray]Excuse me but… what the [i]fuck[/i] did you just call my brother?[/color]” No one called him Teddy but her. She would not tolerate some self centered whore, who talked too much (referring to the car ride here), calling her brother a nickname Ava gave him. No bitch. No.

Alex wasn't sure if it was because she had a bit too much to drink or if what she was witnessing was really happening, but it seemed as if suddenly everything was happening so fast. A friendly, pretty looking girl had rushed up to Ava and her and begin babbling off. Now, usually Alex would be judging the girl who introduced herself as Carmina for every single thing she did in a negative fashion, but just having finished her drink, she was mellowed out and rolling with it. Besides, to her fuzzy mind it seemed like she knew Ava. She did mention her brother, after all. Nodding her head as best as she could, Alex had a relaxed demeanor and chill smile on her face. [color=00cce6][b]"Coincidence, yo. We were just talking about that!"[/b][/color] she stated like she hadn't just burn through half an encyclopedia’s subjects. Gasping with an expression of realization, Alex turned toward Ava. [color=00cce6][b]"Hey, Carmen here can be one of your friends,"[/b][/color] she suggested. Apparently, it didn't seem like Ava was fond of the idea as she stared hard at the shorter girl before gritting some aggressive words out. Furrowing her eyebrows and cocking her head, it took Alex a minute to realize there was some hostility coming from the white haired girl's end.

Carmina blinked exactly twice at Jasper’s sister and her reaction. This chick was getting way too angry for some reason, and the Latina flew through a flurry of assumptions and possibilities for Ava’s behavior. Maybe this white girl was just a fucking racist? That might explain why her hair was whiter than snow. Maybe that was her symbolic testament to white power? These [i]gringos[/i] just didn’t make any damn sense to her sometimes. All she wanted to do was party it up and make some friends, but [i]nope![/i] Lady Luck had other plans for her, apparently, which included being lambasted by this wannabe, white supremacist Elsa. Glancing at the brunette that called herself Alex, a quizzical look appeared on Carmina’s visage. [color=navajowhite]”Um. I can’t tell if she’s psycho or if she’s just fucking racist? Or maybe both? All I did was call her brother ‘Teddy’... It’s not like I was talking that huge dick of his. Like what the fuck, right?”[/color] she spewed out right in front of Ava, practically ignoring her. Carmina had a definite sassy and defensive attitude about her now, though she wasn’t exactly prepared for a fight.

Letting go of her drink, allowing this bitch’s audacity to get to her, Ava hopped off her seat and made the idiot face her, manhandling her shoulders. Not often, or rarely actually, is the dancer brought to this level but this ignorant son-of-a-bitch has something coming for her, “[color=lightslategray]You got something to say ass-wipe? Don’t fucking [i]talk[/i] about my brother like you [i]know[/i] him.[/color]” Taking a hair tie off her wrist, she quickly put her hair in a ponytail. Shit was about to get real. With hellfire in her glare, the White Dove scowled, “[color=lightslategray][i]No one[/i] calls him Teddy but me and don’t talk about his dick in public, you little [i]tramp[/i].[/color]" Her right hand closed up into a fist. 

“[color=lightslategray]As far as I’m concerned, you’re not his type and don’t mean shit to him besides being a piece of easy ass meat.[/color]” The anger inside of the silver haired woman was escalating quite quickly (the alcohol definitely settling in now). At this point in time, she couldn’t stop her incomprehensible rage, “[color=lightslategray]I don’t care what you did with him but if you fucking touch him again, I’ll make you wish you never had.[/color]” She was so ready to fight. There was no care in the world that this was in a classy penthouse or that this scene would most definitely make Jasper (and her, probably Alex, and Carmina) look bad. The glass tables could break for all she cared.

Holy shit, this white girl was fucking insane! The miniscule Carmina was suddenly being lorded over by Ava, who was talking all big and bad like she had dominion over what her brother could do and not do with the Spanish girl. [color=navajowhite]”Okay, first of all, I did know your brother [i]quite[/i] well when I was 16. Got it, [i]punta[/i]?”[/color] Carmina snapped back at the irrationally angered woman. [color=navajowhite]”Now, why don’t you just step back and get to your fucking Klan meeting or whatever your hillbilly, incestuous ass does? The last thing I wanna have to do is slap a bitch.”[/color] she glowered. After all this, Carmina was ready to rumble. 

“[color=lightslategray]Oh, I don’t slap. I’m gonna break your fucking nose, you sorry excuse for a woman.[/color]”

The only reaction Alex gave to being directly addressed was to indifferently stare at both of the freshmen in front of her. Sure she'd had a longer, somewhat decent conversation with Ava but she wasn't accompanied with either one enough to stand beside them on their positions. Once the perky one mentioned something about Ava's brother's dick, the stylist tsked before giving a curt nod as if to say she was done with the conversation. Turning around to face the bar, she effectively cut herself out from the escalating situation. Even in her hazy state, Alex was starting to get a sense of the potential relationship the two had prior to her meeting them. She raised her glass as a signal to the bartender that she needed another drink after she concluded that she wasn't drunk enough for this. Half listening in amusement as the man prepared her poison, Alex quickly downed the alcohol before wobbling away off the chair. She didn't want to be too close if the two girls [i]did[/i] decide to actually go at it but it'd be an entertaining event nonetheless. Just one she'd prefer to watch on the sidelines.