[center][img]https://image.ibb.co/i2BkDU/mangoalannasmall.jpg[/img] [img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/180722/3c3b949310e53fb25935ebea1389aff5.png[/img] E0633C[/center] [center][url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PHzOOQfhPFg]Don't you think I know Exactly where I stand This world is forcing me To hold your hand 'Cause I'm just a girl, little ol' me Well don't let me out of your sight Oh, I'm just a girl, all pretty and petite So don't let me have any rights Oh, I've had it up to here![/url] [/center] [center]_____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________[/center] [color=FFB6C1]“I’d love to, but y’know.”[/color] Ooooh poo. Ever responsible, good girl Mara. Didn’t she have a lick of fun amongst any of her beautiful bones? [color=FFB6C1]“But yeah, I’m fine I guess. Outside of being at this party. It’s definitely not my scene.”[/color] Bea looked at her curiously as she picked up the final shot in that little plastic, disposable cup. She gulped it down, no issue, and slammed it onto the table a little harder than she intended. In the moments that passed, she stacked up the used cups so as to properly toss. [color=FFB6C1]“I hope it’s been everything you hoped it would be.”[/color] Bea stiffened. She looked the young woman up and down and sipped down some more of her drink as she contemplated. [color=E0633C][b]“If you aren’t having a good time, why are you here? I’m just a bit autistic not a vegetable. Mara, I am 18 years old. An adult.”[/b][/color] There was a weird sort of anger that riled up inside of her. Why was she so mad at Mara. It wasn't her fault. She was just an innocent bystander. She wasn’t used to this sort of annoying frustration and she tapped her hand against her thigh. It was almost as if Mara was [i]BLAMING HER[/i] for the kiss. Oh hell no. Mara knew better. She knew the darkest secrets that this little Bea kept. Removing the twizler straw from her mouth. It was the only thing on her poor lil noggin though. And she just needed to lash out at anyone. The acohol was starting to catch up and her usually filterless tongue turned to poison. [color=E0633C][b]“Don’t,”[/b][/color] she said softly. [color=E0633C][b]“You know I adore you Mara but just don’t. It wasn’t as if I asked. It wasn’t as if I planned to go back for more. Santiago has a reputation and you know how I feel about such things. I gave him a bottle, we shared a shot, and then he surprised me. I came here to have fun and let loose. Do things I haven't done in a long while. Hell, even my dads were okay with it and you know they used fucking heroin back in the day. They told you as much. 'Don't do drugs kids.'"[/b][/color] She mocked her two parents telling the girls at a young sleepover. [color=E0633C][b]"I’m a better and more responsible person than I was at 15.”[/b][/color] With that she slammed the last of her drink and laid the empty cup over the top of the stacked up the shot plastics. She grabbed her twizler straw to munch later, puting it for safe keeping in her swimsuit top. Bea took the nearly empty tequila bottle into her hand and took a drink straight from it. [color=E0633C][b]“You are my best friend. I love you so damn much. But I want to go dance.”[/b][/color] With that she turned on her heel and made her way to where bodies pushed and ground against each other. While she had been known to drink hobo wine stronger than this shit, the alcohol was getting to her brain. Bea didn’t care. She had come to the party and let loose. The alcohol made it so she didn’t mind stares. Didn’t mind bodies flush with hers in the middle of the pounding sound. The tiny girl danced. All of her muscle memory coming out and allowing her the freedom without fear to sway and press into others the way that normal people did. Bea had been dancing since a young age. The rhythm and beats, while not traditional, still made it possible to move in the ways she knew. She enjoyed a small bump and grind with a taller, older boy. However, he seemed to be lacking in any sort of rhythm so the dance was cut short as she pushed him away. She sipped from the nearly empty bottle again, and enjoyed the freedom of sound.