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Now that she was there, she hadn't the slightest idea what to do. His initial response to her question was to punch the wall, much to her surprise. Maybe she should have asked what was wrong rather than if he was okay or not. He looked torn, barely changing his expression even as the fresh cuts bled around his hand. He said he was fine, but he looked anything but. For a moment, they didn't say anything, and even though he was looking right at her, she wished she was somewhere else for once. If there was some way she could have made him feel better, if she could have done something, say anything--but the words never came. There was a part of her that thought she should leave him be, but he moved first. She incorrectly assumed that he was going to return to the party or outright leave, but to her surprise, he ended up pulling her into a hug.

She wanted to blame the booze for the sudden increased heart rate, and she knew that if she saw herself into a mirror her entire face was probably the shade of a beet. Never in her life had she been so close, going from not even registering a passing glance, and suddenly there she was in his arms. She could feel how warm he was, the perfect way she seemed to fit with him, and there was no hiding the smile on her face. Could they just stay that way? Did it mean anything?

Of course, reality ensued, and he broke it off first, much to her disappointment. He gave her another nod and walked out, and for a moment, she just watched him leave. She should have been sad, but something seemed to click for her. First things first, however, she really needed a second to calm down.

"[color=orangered]Wasn't that nice?[/color]" Gigi said, scaring the ever living crap out of Eva as the blonde jumped.

"[color=pink]I thought you went outside![/color]" Eva said, definitely feeling her blood pressure spiking.

The dark haired girl shrugged, waltzing into the cupboards as she mixed her own concoction. "[color=orangered]I did. Munez is gone, so I came back,[/color]" She stated, putting a cup down and pouring what she made in there.

Watching Gigi, she perked up as she heard her name being called. Tapping her fingers against the counter, she grabbed Gigi's drink without hesitating, practically gulping it down as she walked back into the living room. What a mistake, whatever Gigi was brewing was way stronger than what Alexander had given her before. "[color=pink]Coming![/color]" She called, coughing slightly, but she was much more determined this time. She just needed some liquid courage, but by the time she reached the group, she was halfway through the cup. As she sat down, she caught Gigi's annoyed look, and after giving her an apologetic look, took the card Marcus passed to her.

Feeling much more relaxed, she leaned back in her seat, swishing her cup in her hand and taking another sip, figuring no one would match again. As she finished, she caught Helene's eye, and a certain look that told her there was incoming danger. For it wasn't just any old look on Helene's face, there was a mischievous spark in them, the one that said 'gotcha'. Was it the drink? It was stronger, but she felt fine so far. At that point Marcus said to show the cards, and it hit her about two seconds later as the rest of the group revealed their cards. Wait a minute, she got a Joker? But that meant--shoot that meant something, she just couldn't remember. 

"[color=orange]You going to show your card or not?[/color]" Alyssa asked, snapping her out of her thoughts.

Lowering her hand, Eva's Joker gently floated onto the table. It took her a second to realize the implications of it, and she nearly dropped her cup when it hit her.

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