[center][h1][i][b][color=f49ac2]Elodie Couture[/color][/b][/i][/h1]
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[b][color=f49ac2]Location:[/color][/b] Elodie's home -> The Party
[b][color=f49ac2]Interacting with:[/color][/b] No one[/center][hr][hr]It was a weird day all around for Elodie. She started it like any other. By sleeping until 11 because for once she had no obligations. Being new in a school had its perks. Though Elodie sometimes wished some of her friends could have come with her. But then, in the afternoon, she suddenly got a bunch of calls and text messages wishing her a happy new year. It was only then that she realized that it was already midnight in France. Time worked strange. But still, she spent most of her afternoon chatting, texting and snapping in bright daylight, while most of her friends were partying. Inevitably twelve o'clock rang on the other side of the world and her friends, each one she helped getting their crush, send the iconic 'kissing on New Year's Eve'-snap. It warmed her heart, though it also gave her a pang of envy. Still, she kept chatting and snapping along. Right until she realized it was getting dark outside and she had a New Year's party to attend herself.

She rushed to her bedroom, observed her walk-in closet and realizing she seriously under packed. Sure she has some cute blouses but she could arrive in just a cute blouse. No, she wanted something that would draw attention. Something that would give her attention. She kept rabbling through her clothes. Hoping to find something. Or several things. She didn’t care, she just wanted everything right. Something that screamed 'wear me' for a beach party. For half an hour she walked up and down her wardrobe. Every time doubting her previous choices. After half an hour of frustration and rethinking herself, she just walked out of her closest and dropped down on her bed. How could she have nothing good to wear? But then it struck her. She wasn't thinking the right terms. She was still thinking as if she was in France. She was looking for that modest but alluring look. This was California! That just wouldn't do! Once again she dove into her closet, this time almost immediately finding the clothes she had in mind. Eventually, she chose for a simple, low cut, pink top and light blue, short shorts. Underneath she’d just wear her bright red bikini. It felt more than just a little endearing. If not downright indecent. But when in Rome, do as the Romans do. And so far, the only beach parties she ever saw, were those in movies. The entire outfit was tied down with some white heels and a brown, leather jacket. 
[center][h3][i][b][color=f49ac2]Nearing the party[/color][/b][/i][/h3][/center]
Her car was leisurely riding over the LA roads towards its destination. Some people seemed to prefer sitting at the steering wheel themselves. But not Elodie. She found it a waste of time. Sitting in the backseat, being driven calmed her mind a little. As she looked outside, watching the streetlights pass her by in a predictable, droning fashion, and with the soft music carrying her thoughts away, she inevitably began to daydream in all directions. First, she was thinking about the invite. For a split second, she wanted to believe that someone had already taken a liking to her. Of course, that thought was crushed by the little voice in the back of her head. It was a lot more logical to say that it was just blasted across the school. Still, there was that faint glimmer of hope. Elodie was excited, that was for sure. This would be the first time she would go to a real, LA, private, beach party! And she wasn't even in LA for a week! But at the same time, she felt a little anxious going alone. In the end, she just hoped she would make a friend. She really wanted a friend. Then that same, familiar voice in the back of her head popped up, telling her she didn't have to go. She could go back home. Yet right then her car rang. The sound chased away the little voice and alarmed Elodie that she was nearly at her destination. [color=f49ac2]"No turning back now,"[/color] she said to herself as she took a random bottle of liqueur and took a shot straight from the bottle. [color=f49ac2]"All or nothing."[/color]

She stepped out of her car and it drove on to park itself. Whatever drink she took, it seemed to be helping. A warm feeling spread through her chest and she felt her muscles relax. She still took out her phone and brought up the invitation. In case someone would ask for it. Sure enough, there was a guy at the door. It looked like most people just entered, but Elodie reckoned she'd get asked to show her invitation. Because she was so new and well, frankly unknown. But much to her surprise, he just let her pass. Inside the party was already well on its way. With people talking, drinking and dancing. Taking a deep breath, Elodie realized she needed to feel a bit more relaxed and walked up towards the bar, immediately yelling: [color=f49ac2]"Bonjour!"[/color] Before clasping a hand over her mouth. After she quickly recollected herself and shook her head slightly in shame, she tried again: [color=f49ac2]"Sorry! I mean, hi! I would like a mocktail."[/color] She really had no idea what kind of mocktails they had.