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Location: At the party, Caldwell Penthouse
Interacting with: Jennifer[@Carlsberg]
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Olive giggled at the older girl’s response. [color=c4df9b]“Nice to meet you Jen. My name is Olive,”[/color] the first year said in polite response. Taking Jen’s hand and shaking it lightly they continued [color=c4df9b]“I think you are making a fine first impression.”[/color] Following Jens gaze Olive allowed her mind to wander for a moment, determining that the party was the biggest they would want to go to again, not that they couldn't imagine a party being any bigger.Turning back to get they began explaining themself, [color=c4df9b]“This is my first party, but i guess i would not know if it was big or not...” [/color]

Next thing she knew Jen was asking about vodka, [color=c4df9b]“Wait, Vodka? No, i am not old enough to drink in America,”[/color] They answered offhand before seeing Jens grin. Something about her smile told Olive that here in college rules about drinking no longer applied.

Jen laughed at that.
[color=mediumaquamarine]“Technically, I’m not old enough either. Do you think that has ever stopped me?”[/color] She said, [color=mediumaquamarine]“It’s nice to meet you Olive. We are going to get you very drunk.”[/color]
She still remembered what her first party at Mortimers had been like. She’d been a little nervous, more about meeting new people than about any of the activities that usually occurred. She started to make her way over to the bar, expecting Olive to follow.
[color=mediumaquamarine]“Do you want to dive in at the deep end or start with something lighter?”[/color] She called over her shoulder.

Oliver followed as Jen made her way through the crowd, sticking close so as to not lose her. [color=c4df9b]“Maybe something not so strong?”[/color] They asked, hoping that was the right response. Breaking rules wasn’t exactly something the reveled in doing but, this night would be one to remember either way so why not. Their heart beat faster as they got to thinking about it and they began to grin. [color=c4df9b]‘I’m going to be a rule breaker’[/color] they thought, as though the realization had made the action more impressive..

Jen pulled out a bottle of vodka and a bottle of Coca Cola. She grabbed a glass and spun around, quickly emptying some of the vodka into the glass, before plopping it back down. She filled the rest of the glass with coke with a surprising amount of delicateness for someone so drunk. She picked up the glass and held it out to Olive.
[color=mediumaquamarine]“There you go. Vodka and coke. Simple, tasty, and not too strong,”[/color] She said with a smile.

Olive watched curiously over Jen’s shoulder as she mixed drinks. [color=c4df9b]”Thanks”[/color] they chirped, accepting the glass. They gave it one scrutinizing look before taking a drink. It tasted like neither Vodka nor coca cola, and wasn’t particularly good. Not that it was bad, but it certainly wasn’t what Olive was expecting. Figuring it was an acquired taste they tried it again. 
[color=c4df9b]“So, what are you studying at Mortimers?”[/color] they asked, leaning against the bar [color=c4df9b]“I am studying cartoon making.”[/color] Olive figured this would be a good enough place to start if the two were going to be friends.

Jen drunk a gulp of vodka straight from the bottle, plonking it back down [color=mediumaquamarine]“I’m an artist through and through. Painting and Drawing. No idea what I’m gonna do afterwards though. Probably,”[/color] She said, [color=mediumaquamarine]“Are you excited for all the fun you’re gonna be having this year? First year is always good for events. If you go to parties, you’ll probably see me around.”[/color]

Olive chortled, [color=c4df9b]“I do not know how many more parties i am going to be going to. But I am very excited for this school year. Maybe i will join some clubs...” [/color]

Olive left their sentence open, staring around at the other people at the party. Everyone else seemed to already be at least a little bit drunk and having fun. Taking another drink they turned back to Jen [color=c4df9b]“hey want to dance!”[/color]

[color=mediumaquamarine]“Morty’s is good for clubs,”[/color] She said, [color=mediumaquamarine]“I’m a member of the baking club. It’s quite fun, and it’s really welcoming for newcomers.”[/color]
That reminded her, she hadn’t baked anything in awhile. Maybe when she got home. She took another gulp from the bottle, swaying a little. Or maybe not. She perked up at the mention of dancing.
[color=mediumaquamarine]“Wait, do you mean dancing?”[/color] She said, swaying with her bottle slightly, mimicking a slow waltz as best as one could when slightly very drunk
She wiggled her eyebrows a little, and her smile transformed a little, a new form of mischief there. She moved a little closer, yet still retaining a gap.
[color=mediumaquamarine]“Or do you mean ‘dancing’?”[/color]

Olive nearly spit out their drink. For some reason or another the way Jen phrased her sentence seemed really funny. Setting their drink down Olive laughed, [color=c4df9b]“Je ne sais pas,”[/color] They cheered, taking Jen’s hand  [color=c4df9b]“just dance with me, for fun.” [/color]
With that said and done they headed toward the crowd of dancers, Jen in tow.


Jen happily followed, glad to be dancing with someone this attractive. She started to move her body to the beat, grabbing Olive’s hands and trying to get them sync, a smile on her face.
[color=mediumaquamarine]Ah well, maybe no one night stand for me tonight. Still… they seem nice,[/color] She thought, happy with how the night was turning out, despite not following her plans.