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Location: [b]The Beach House[/b]
Interacting with: [b]Richie[/b], [b]Kim[/b]
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[/cell][cell][indent][b][color=f4c2c2]“Fuck, Sonny, did you smoke that blunt at all? Lighten up a bit. It’s just a joke.”[/color][/b] Rolling his eyes, Silas heads off in search of another drink he could wash the taste out with. Sunshine said there was something else around here, didn’t she? While vodka was out of the question – he hated that stuff with a passion – tequila was definitely his kind of thing.

And then, out of the corner of his eye, he spots Bradley wandering outside, off in his own world. He’s halfway tempted to follow him outside to you know, see what was up and all that, but this train of thought is interrupted by the mention of fireworks. Addison had produced an absolute arsenal of firecrackers, rockets, sparklers, and many others, seemingly out of thin air. Silas would almost be impressed if it weren’t for the tiny voice at the back of his mind telling him to stay as far away from them as possible, lest he be set ablaze by a stray spark. As anyone with the slightest bit of common sense would know, hairspray and fire was [i]not[/i] a happy combination, but who was he to stop a couple of pyromaniacs from having their fun?

After a minute or two of searching, Silas manages to find the stuff Sunshine mentioned, and mixes himself up a highball glass of tequila and grenadine. It wasn’t really a Sunrise since he couldn’t find any orange juice, but hey, he was two-thirds of the way to one, and that was good enough for him. The glass is half-empty by the time he saunters over to where Richie and Kim were. Both of them seemed equally confused by Bradley’s sudden absence, and maybe even a little concerned.

[b][color=f4c2c2]“So, what did you guys say to Bradley? He looks like he’s seen a ghost.”[/color][/b] Silas comments in a jesting manner, taking another sip of his drink. Of course, he hadn’t missed the whole exchange between Bradley and Richie; how could he, when they were being obvious enough to alert half the people in the house? Still, he found Bradley’s reaction to be strange, to say the least. He had never been the type to get all flustered over a joke — that is, of course, if it was a joke at all. Truth be told, he’s a little miffed at the prospect of Bradley and Richie becoming an item. Not because he was jealous, mind you. Could you imagine? God forbid he ever sunk down to that level of pettiness, but their clumsy attempts at flirting with each other was something he’d rather avoid.

[b][color=f4c2c2]“There’s some other stuff in the fridge if you want it, Kim.”[/color][/b] Gesturing towards the towering, silver monolith, Silas then proceeds to shoot Kim a conspiratorial wink. [b][color=f4c2c2]“For those of us with a more refined palate.”[/color][/b]

The rest of his drink goes down easily, and the now-empty glass remains pleasantly cool against his fingers. There’s a slight buzz coursing through his veins, though not enough for Silas to be called any kind of drunk quite just yet. Soon, another drink would be in order, but for now, he reaches into his pocket and pulls out a pack of cigs. In one smooth motion, he has a fresh cigarette between his teeth, lighting the end of it with his trusty zippo. A deep breath fills his lungs with smoke, and it soon escapes from him in a satisfied sigh, swirling through the air in pirouettes.

As if suddenly reminded of the others’ presence, he holds out the carton to Kim and Richie in offering. [b][color=f4c2c2]“Oh wait, did you guys want one, too?”[/color][/b][/indent][/cell][/row][row][/row][/table]