[center][h2][color=0054a6]Olin Ingersson Holmström[/color][/h2][/center]
[center][h3]Monday ???, Swan Songs[/h3][/center]

 [color=0054a6]"I didn't mean-"[/color] Olin's face dropped the slightest at Victoria's response, realizing that she should've just acted [i]civilized[/i], for once. Of course she really was a douchebag, but for a rare moment in her life she hadn't exactly meant the words to take such a person turn. It made her feel... Bad, but she couldn't summon the energy to vindicate herself. Instead she allowed the less than convincing sentence the hang in the air as the smaller woman turned to talk to someone else.

 Even if she had wanted to, or was the type that adamantly poured out 'sorrys' instead, she couldn't. Not because of of apathy, or morals, or the fact it just wasn't [i]that[/i] night - she really couldn't. Just a few seconds had passed before a shrieking noise pierced the jazz music, or at least what was left of it. Olin could only give out a few breathless curses as water began to spritz down, signaling screams and what felt like an army of footsteps. She decided to exit in a manner considered 'casual-panic'. All of the noises seemed to slur together, overpowering all of her senses, eliciting panic. The water seemed to go from falling down to miraculously appearing on her skin. Her vision went between a splotchy blur - perhaps it was the liquor - to the haziness of a storm. She allowed the crowd to carry her out of the door in a fluid motion, still a bit out of it, yet looking as nonchalant as an otter. 

 On the outside she recognized a few faces. Most in worse shape than her (with an exclusion of those that had chosen to wear full-white. Then she could tell they were in [i]more[/i] shape), with miniature pools hanging off them, or shouting for some type of assistance. One was Victoria, who seemed to be in an unparalleled frenzy about... Her sister? She could vaguely remember the woman engaging in some type of altercation with one of the boys on stage. She fought to put the pieces together, but wound up with nothing. Though she knew she'd inhabit the same emotions if it was one of her brothers, or her own sister, she couldn't force herself to go over. [color=0054a6]"...It'll just be awkward,"[/color] She thought aloud, sighing as chill began to come over her. 

 But someone could put it into much better words than herself. From where she stood the words became a whisper, but it was clear enough to make out someone had said "shit-show". That was beyond the truth. And Olin didn't want to be around whenever they found the cause, or if there was any concern for the police to show up. Considering there was a reasonable tension among some of the partygoers, there was a good chance something was bound to happen. But she wasn't exactly wanting to give up on the evening just yet. Maybe if she went home and changed... Give her a reasonable amount of time to get warmer... She could at least salvage it by hitting up a club, or perhaps drunk karaoke. 

 She began the walk towards her apartment, eager to get away from the chaos ensuing. 
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