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[sup] The Cross Hotel,  Manhattan, New York City 
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[color=mediumturquoise]“So, what’s your excuse? Just enjoying the view or had enough of all the white privilege doing white privilege things?”[/color]

Elizabeth nearly sighed in protest. Having Audrey Huntsberg leave to enjoy the party away from her was a relief, but it seemed like she just couldn’t catch a break. Suddenly the idea of jumping off the balcony like Wonder Woman seemed like an excellent idea in her mind. At least then she wouldn’t have to deal with such things. However, as far as she could figure it, she was [i]stuck[/i] so she may as well made the rounds with nonsensical small talk — she was going to be going to the same university as the people she had “met” tonight, after all. She’d hate for what she did here to account to something on campus.

[color=A89384]“I’ll have you know, I’m actually deathly allergic to white privilege.”[/color] Elizabeth quipped as she turned slightly to look at the newcomer.

[color=mediumturquoise]“So what? You’re protesting by freezing your ass off out here? I’m sure that’ll teach ‘em!”[/color] 

She nearly laughed and she hadn’t even smoked anything all night. [color=A89384]“Yep. You caught me. I’m a regular Emmeline Pankhurst.”[/color]

Perhaps it was her conversation with Audrey Huntsberg moments prior, but the Elizabeth didn’t really feel the need to continue downplaying her “british-ness” if it was so obvious in the first place. Sure, she didn’t want people harassing her because she was a bonafide celebrity, but then again everyone at this party was one in their own right. Everyone who attended this party were in some way part of the high society or the Huntsberg’s inner-circle. The only thing Elizabeth found comfort in was the fact her family wasn’t here in New York with her. She knew the threat of her parents loomed over her like a hawk in case she messed up again, though she did know they were too busy to [i]directly[/i] involve themselves in her life in a country over.

[color=mediumturquoise]“You know what?”[/color] Elizabeth's newfound [i]friend[/i] quarter-turned to face her, [color=mediumturquoise]“I feel very empowered. What you are doing for your fellow woman is going to change the world. I can feel it in my gut!”[/color] 

[color=A89384]“But yeah, I want to be as far away from that party as possible.”[/color]

[color=mediumturquoise]“Yeah, you don’t seem like the type who would frequent the parties of the pretentious.”[/color]

Elizabeth smirked, the stark contrast between Audrey and this new person was miles apart. [color=A89384]“You don’t seem like you’re too into them, either.”[/color]

[color=mediumturquoise]“When you got parents like mine, the appeal of these uptight gatherings wane quicker than a gambling addict in Atlantic City.”[/color] 

[i]Atlantic City.[/i] It was a reference she knew of, though the only thing she had to use as a comparison point was the likes of Monte Carlo and Paris, the gambling epicenters of countries she had actually stepped foot in prior to a few weeks ago. She understood the sentiment, at least. She wasn’t sure who her parents were, but if they were anything like Elizabeth’s own she could relate. She could relate [i]a lot[/i].

[color=A89384]“Likewise. Can’t imagine there’ll be much more to it, what with the night about to end.”[/color]

[color=mediumturquoise]“Never underestimate the power of entitled, little bitches.”[/color] 

The sentiment was a little [i]ironic[/i] considering both her and this stranger likely fit into a box that could be best described as “entitled, little bitches”. Though Elizabeth never thought much of her entitlement; she had worked for all of her money since she was in primary school and only really used her parent’s name and influence to “get out there”. She wondered what kind of girl she was talking to if she didn’t like the entitled or pretentious despite having her status from her own parents. Elizabeth mused for a moment.

[color=A89384]“I mean, if they want to go on about themselves until five in the morning then I think I’ll be staying outside. Maybe I’ll finally commit to leaping off this balcony and be done with it. At least you’ll get a good story out of that one. Crazy girl goes [i]splat![/i] Big party ender.”[/color]

[color=mediumturquoise]“Wonderful. You take the expressway down and leave me to explain why the pretty girl decided to off herself.”[/color] She let out a weary sigh, [color=mediumturquoise]“It’s been nice knowing you, Strange Girl on the Balcony.”[/color]

She chuckled as her hands gripped the balcony like a glove. [color=A89384]“It’s Elizabeth, by the way.”[/color]

[color=mediumturquoise]“Oh, fancy,”[/color] Ava held out her hand, taking Liz’s. [color=mediumturquoise]”They call me Ava. Ava Mossos. Quite honored, I’m [i]sure[/i].”[/color]

She took the girls hand in turn, a little surprised by the gesture given the informal conversation they were having prior. Still, she knew her manners. [color=A89384]“Mossos, huh. You’re a long way from home. I can relate. Always good to have an ocean between you and the rest.”[/color] 

The comment was one of [i]familarity[/i], friendly as it was. She knew the reputation of the Mossos Family, after all, her father had worked for them on a few high profile cases. In fact, that was how Elizabeth knew most of the big names in Europe that weren’t related to the music or film industry. And her interactions with a certain Mossos when she was a teenager was something she hadn’t been all that fond of remembering. How was Ava related to the family? She had to be a cousin or something. Her luck couldn’t have been that awful.

[color=mediumturquoise]“A change of scenery does the heart wonders.”[/color]

[color=A89384]“That’s the idea. Anyway, how familiar are you with all of this? New York, I mean. This is all new to me. For the most part. I feel like I’m going to need someone to show me around and well, you don't want me to immediately jump to my death so that’s a start.”[/color]

[color=mediumturquoise]“You wouldn’t want to die for these asshats anyway. Live to spite them and pretend you don’t want to ring their necks by blending in. I might not be as informed as most are, but if you want to know about some chill hangout spots, I might know a few. Of course, that’s assuming you don’t mind some…[i]extra[/i] support.”[/color] She said teasingly, getting one last comment in about the “asshats” inside.

Elizabeth raised a brow, [color=A89384]“Extra support?”[/color]

[color=mediumturquoise]“Something to take the edge off. You know, a little something [i]extra.[/i]”[/color]

Elizabeth didn’t pretend to not understand the concept, though she was still a stranger in a different country; supposed to clean herself up and get her head on straight. But why did she always end up in the same position wherever she was and no matter what she did? The dark-haired Brit mulled over her thoughts as she nodded to indicate she understood what Ava was talking about. Being that she had come to America for the first time with no clue and no friends, she didn’t exactly want to reject anyone. That and her relationship with narcotics was hardly one she had removed herself from.

[color=A89384]“Right. [i]Extra.[/i]”[/color]

[color=mediumturquoise]“Now, just allow me a few to give my stupid family a reasonable excuse and your tour of NYC can begin.”[/color]

Elizabeth watched Ava take her leave from the balcony before returning her gaze to the city. What exactly had she gotten herself into?