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[color=#6c2dff][b]‘Hey, you been here long?’[/b][/color] he said, smiling warmly. [color=#6c2dff][b]‘I’m Jordan.’[/b][/color]

[color=00eddd][b]"My whole life,"[/b][/color] the girl said, looking distracted by the noise and movement of the party around them. They looked at each other for a second in mutual confusion before she seemed to realise what he’d actually said and let out a small laugh at the misunderstanding. First Bea, now her- he seemed to have a knack at picking out the awkward girls.

[color=00eddd][b]"You meant the party... right. I'd say a good twenty minutes or so. Gods, I feel like such an idiot now."[/b][/color] Twenty minutes and she was still alone? She seemed to be the wallflower type, standing aside and watching the going-ons of the party from the safety of the drinks table. She still seemed flustered by his approach- her fingers were wrapped around her cup and squeezing like a stress ball as she took another sip.

[color=#6c2dff][b]‘No worries. I’m sure the conversation will flow a lot smoother after a couple more cupfuls,’[/b][/color] he said, with a little laugh.

[color=00eddd][b]"I’m Ariel, by the way.’[/b][/color]

[color=#6c2dff][b]‘A pleasure, I’m sure,’[/b][/color] he said with a small mock bow.

Out of the corner of his eye he spotted another party goer making a beeline for them. A shortish, asian looking guy wearing a black tank top. Probably just getting a drink from the collection of bottles behind them.

[color=teal][b]“Hey, Ariel,”[/b][/color] they said with a wide smile, and Jordan raised an eyebrow at their casual disregard of him. Maybe they didn’t like introductions.

[color=teal][b]“You’re looking great in that two-piece.”[/b][/color] Interesting. Ariel was flushing even more than she had at Jordan’s introduction. Perhaps he had accidentally wandered into the middle of a couple, or at least a ‘thing.’ Backing off a little might be in order, being the stranger in a strange land and not wanting to make any enemies in his first week. Despite the guy’s smug, punchable face, he restrained himself from saying anything dumb.

[color=00eddd][b]"Thanks Kavi. You tidy up pretty nicely yourself. Kavi Salvador, meet the dude with the awesome accent. Accent Dude, meet Kavi."[/b][/color] Accent dude, alright. He’d hoped to make a better first impression than that at the school, but oh well. Jordan swapped his cup into his left and extended a stiff handshake to Kavi. It seemed like a day of introductions. 

[color=#6c2dff][b]‘Actually, I prefer Jordan. I guess if you really want, you can call me Accent Dude too though.’[/b][/color] He gave a lazy smile and eyeballed Kavi with a cautious look. His tank top showed off well muscled arms and he had a capable, charming smile. Possibly not one to antagonize.