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[color=ff0066]Location:[/color] The Partayyyyyyyy
[color=ff0066]Interacting with:[/color] Nobody in particular
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Quincy was starting to believe that she may be drunk. And she'd only had one drink. [color=ff0066][i] Jesus, I am a lightweight, [/i][/color] she thought to herself as she meandered through the party, her cup held close to her chest, as if she was afraid someone was going to come and snatch it from her hands. She was drunk, and she was going to continue getting drunk.

Currently Quincy was in the living room, squeezing past groups of people, to get to the kitchen where kids were doing shots of liquor that was far too expensive, and far harder than she was used too. Seemed fun. Q swaggered up to the island where an assortment of kids were gathered, and motioned for the boy holding the bottle of what she could now see was gin, to pour her some. The boy gave her a look, one she had grown used to since leaving the life of a prep behind. [b]"You sure you wanna dance with this shit, burner? Might get you a bit too fucked up?"[/b] the boy said, sneering.

Q had grown all too used to patronization. She was a pretty blonde girl, of course boys wanted to act like she was a child. Even A Double, when they had first met, had tried to teach her how to smoke, like she was an idiot. But Q wasn't one for being talked down to. [color=ff0066][b]"Literally, get on your knees, pull my pants down, and choke on my dick, I know how to hold my liquor, asshole!"[/b][/color] Quincy shouted, snatching the bottle from his hands. The students gathered around grew silent for a second, before that silence turned into raucous laughter, their own drunkenness driving them to hysteria. Quincy grinned and poured herself a shot, which quickly found itself being poured down Quincy's throat, followed by the rest of whatever the hell Henry had given her.[color=ff0066][i] Christ that was good[/i][/color]

For someone who got so worked up about her drinking ability, Q really was a lightweight. She wasn't sure when she got to the dance floor but she was there now, dancing with so little regard for her own reputation that she would've made any thot jealous. The world seemed to move faster than she was, like she was spinning and dropping and popping out of sync with the world around her. She could hear the crowd cheering as she dropped to the ground, and hopped right back up again, never seeming to lose breath. Finally, after what felt like forever, Q gravitated off to the corner of the living room, where she watched her peers grope each other, and for whatever reason, thought of A Double and his sand castle.