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Well, Jordan had always put a lot of stock in first impressions, and Kavi Salvador was acting slightly like a cocky shit. He had an arrogant smirk plastered across his face as he returned Jordan’s handshake, squeezing like he was trying some alpha shit. After releasing their grips, Kavi went straight back to bragging for Ariel and ignored him again. Jordan took the chance to surreptitiously wipe his palm clean on his shorts.

[color=teal]“Well, ya know, I figured El Asso deserved only the best that Kavi Salvador had to offer,”[/color] Jordan was quickly losing interest in the conversation. While he’d initially approached Ariel because she was cute and alone, Kavi butting in had quickly made her lose the appeal of aloneness. He took a quick break to take a look around the party around them, hoping to spot Bea or someone he knew. Droplets splattered down around them on the wet tiles as a girl surfaced from the center of a bomb zone of turbulent water in the pool. There were yet more people arriving, spilling out of the back doors and walking into the pool area. A ring of drunk partiers were making attempts at dancing around a massive speakers blaring reggaeton.. [color=teal]“...let's go dance.” [/color]

Woah, hold on a sec, what had just happened? Take your mind of a conversation for one second.. Kavi was towing Ariel off by the hand towards the dancers, ignoring her weak protests. She locked her eyes on his for a second in a silent plea. Man, fuck being the nice guy, he was going to give that shit a piece of his mind. 

[color=8c5bff]‘Oi, shithead..’[/color]

[color=brown]“Hey!”[/color] He turned away from Kavi and Ariel for a second to see a short girl, accompanied by a small posse calling out to him. The gears churned in his head for a second before he remembered Marisol, and assumedly her gang of Misfits. Archer he knew from English, and the asian was probably the Jun Bea had mentioned. The other guy was an unfamiliar face.

[color=brown]“You’re that new Brit kid from English, right?”[/color] Well hey, she recognized him at least. That was a start.

[color=8c5bff]‘Yeah, that’s me.’ [/color]

[color=brown]“Cool. I’m Marisol, and these are my buddies: Archer, Sonny and Jun. We’re The Misfits. Welcome to Palm Beach.”[/color]

Sonny, he thought, storing the name away. [color=8c5bff]‘It’s good to meet you guys,’[/color] he said, nodding at them. [color=8c5bff]‘But can you give me a second? I’ve got to go give my friend a hand.’[/color] He turned away from them back to Ariel’s predicament.

[color=00eddd]"No!”[/color] She was shouting at Kavi now, who was looking almost stunned at being turned down. 

[color=00eddd]"Kavi, no. You can't just drag people around. You can't make them do something they don't want to. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go finish welcoming Jordan to Hell."[/color] Ariel was looking pretty upset- while Kavi had been pretty forceful the reaction seemed out of proportion for the situation. Maybe she just didn’t like being touched. Staring at the floor as if in shame at her outburst, she didn’t notice the Misfits until she was back next to Jordan. She cleared her throat before greeting Marisol awkwardly. 

[color=00eddd]"Hi."[/color]

Luckily, Kavi seemed to have seen reason and taken the high road, disappearing into the crowd and haze. At least he’d had the grace to do that and prevent a scene, but the crowd around them was still growing larger. The drink table seemed to be the place to be and the drama was exacerbating the throng. He spotted Victoire pouring shots down her throat further along like it was going out of style and a blond kid he didn’t recognize joining the action. 

[color=8c5bff]‘You alright there, Ariel? What was that all about?’[/color] he said, offering her a cup of punch.