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The truth was Ariel hadn't planned to attend tonights party. She'd never really been that big of a fan of them regardless. Parties ment people - especially parties hosted by the one and only Santiago - and Heaven knows, Ariel did not like people. Ariel had never really hung out with the young man or his crowd, but the famous parties were open pretty much everyone.

What had changed her mind would be none other than her father.  When she had came home from work that afternoon, the man would be hanging out with none other than Jack Daniels. It wasn't that Trillian needed alcohol to be mean, but instead it was the fact that alcohol was guarenteed to make him mean. Laying her keys on the counter, she had done her best to get by him without being noticed, but failed miserably. It was only a few short minutes after she had entered her home that the man started to yell. 

[color=598527]"Where the Hell have you been,"[/color] he asked accusingly.

[color=00eddd]"I had to work today,"[/color] Ariel responded quietly. 

Her father pursed his lips before taking another gulp from the bottle, locking his gaze onto hers. [color=598527]"Don't lie to me, Serafina."[/color]

[color=00eddd]"I'm not,"[/color] she said, her voice hesitant. [color=00eddd]"It was a short shift."[/color]

Trillian laughed, now turning the near empty bottle back and forth in his hands. In a split second, he threw it, causing it to shatter against the wall while barely missing Ariels face. She jumped and began heading towards the stairs. Trillian, getting up from his seat, stumbled over the coffee table, giving her just enough time to get up the stairs before he followed after her. Heart pounding in her chest, Ariel entered her room, quickly turning to lock the door. Her father beat on the door from the other side, yelling at her to come out. She wouldn't notice herself crying until later.

Grabbing a drawstring bag, Ariel quickly shoved a change of clothes and a bathing suit into it. Opening her window, the girl climbed out of the house, not even bothering to shut the window back. It looked like she would be walking to the party.

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Arriving at her destination, Ariel would ask one of the various party-goers where she could find the bathroom. Making her way there, she would quickly change into her black bikini. Thank the gods she had grbbed the comftorable one that didn't squeeze her boobs. Putting on a pair of shorts over the bottoms -a black pair, of course- she would hide her bag in one of the bathroom cabinets. 

Looking in the mirror, she would see that her face was stil slightly red. Ariel sighed, knowing there was nothing she could do about it as she combed her fingers through her hair. Once back outside, she decided to give a short hello to Santiago before making her way to the table full of booze. Pouring herself a half a cup of vodka, she would scan the crowd for familiar faces, bracing herself for the night to come.