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The music continued pounding, as Ross and Sebastian headed through the crowd, the noise of CHVRCHES playing loud, the bar packed, and the whole area was livening up indeed. It wasn't too wild, but it was in a frenzy in places, and it was definitely living up to the hype. This was a party indeed. They had talked on the way, and established a bit more about what Seb did too, as well as Ross. They had figured it out, and after moving though a mass of people, were able to head up the stairs inside the big tent. Soon enough, they were in the VIP area again, and with a drink in one hand, a Vodka on the rocks, Ross felt like he was set to chill out and finally switch off.

"Hey up!" Seb said, a smirk on his face, as Ross walked over. He saw a face he couldn't entirely remember, sitting next to Kimberly, his wife talking to the other blonde-haired, athletic looking woman. He could only assume this was Ellie. 
"Ross, this is my lovely Ellie Dorian...Ellie, this is Ross Hartley, the guy who was just telling me about the race we dropped into." Seb said, introducing the Scot, as they took a pair of comfy chairs in the VIP area, beside a table, the distant music below, and the VIP area feeling generally as VIP-ing as it was. Ross felt a little confused, trying to figure it out. There was an Ellie, Ellie Dorian he remembered from his childhood. An adventurous girl. The only girl that kept up with his antics. Except she always seemed to want to fly, to go to the Cairngorms to ski or snowboard, or do something cool. And she always wanted to. If this was who Seb was talking about, then he couldn't believe it, if she had done it.

Taking a seat, Seb looked at Ellie's bemused face, before back at Ross.
"Do you two know each other, or something?" He asked, as Ross shrugged, looking over.
"I can't really remember....shit....you aren't from Inverness way are you?" Ross asked, a little confused, and it could stem from well, perhaps his concussion, or confusion. Or both. He didn't really know. It just didn't fit in his head, Ellie looked different, she seemed to have this physique, this face that seemed different to what he remembered....yet somehow the same.

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Ryan chuckled, smiling, following behind his team-mate, a bottle of Bulmers in his hand, maybe not as extreme as the rest of the people in this place, but still, a drink of leisure. Heading into the VIP area, he took a seat by Regina, sipping it down slow, taking it easy.
"Remember. Only one, then we get some rest. Long day tomorrow. Big day too." He said to her, as he sipped the cider, looking around, seeing the conversations of the various VIPs go on, as he looked back at her.
"It's pretty good."