[@Queentze]

Jackie's smile narrowed slightly in mischief as the boy—she'd neglected to ask his name, she realized, and she'd have to rectify that—as the boy touched his hair and blushed where she'd ruffled it. If a face like Jackie's could ever hope to sport an evil grin, this is as close as she'd get. Something about dealing with the smitten that occasionally passed by always got her riled up, in that patented, trademarked Jackie way. But first...

Punch.

Hopefully spiked.

She sashayed over to the drinks table, making exaggerated movements of her hips and shoulders to the pulsing rhythm of the music as she did, and poured herself a generous cup, sniffing it. Oooooh yeah. If she'd ever smelled spiked punch, this was it. Smelled like half a bottle of vodka was in her cup. She took a long pull, feeling the alcohol burn as it went down, refilled the now half-full cup, and began her walk back to the boy. "[color=ffd700]So,[/color]" she asked as she drank the punch so fast it was borderline chugging, promising herself she was getting good and drunk tonight, "[color=ffd700]What's your name? Ooh, that's good punch. Also, why'd you come to Riverswell?[/color]" She chuckled to herself as she crowed, "[color=ffd700]Who's yo daddy?![/color]"

Another long drink. "[color=ffd700]Me, I'm Sol's daughter. You could say I am just [i]radiant[/i]![/color]" Giggling at her own joke, she tossed her long blonde hair over her shoulder, striking a pose for a few seconds before returning back to normal with a laugh. "[color=ffd700]So really, just...tell me about yourself! You seem like an interesting kinda guy.[/color]"