[center][hr][color=#adff9f][h1]𝑴𝓸𝓵𝓵𝔂 𝑯𝓪𝓻𝓽𝒆𝓵𝓵[/h1]

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Location: In front of the beach house > The beach
Interacting With: No one[/color][/center]
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Fumbling the edge of her sunset orange maxi skirt, Molly walked along the others towards the beach, increasingly nervous about what was to come. She was mentally prepared to face Sam, but what if the guy wouldn't even listen her? Molly really missed her best friend, and the thought of him hating her for ever for what was mostly a communication error and one fight felt wrong.
From what she remembered from before, most had already started the drinking party in the beach house. Molly herself was as sober as you could get, which really didn't help with her lack of confidence. She ought to take some liquid courage before approaching Sam - not too much so she wouldn't appear drunk - but not too little to not feel the effects of it. She would have to find something for the job, and it was pretty probable that there would be loads of drinks at the party.

As the party unfolded, Molly caught a glimpse of Sunshine, who was quickly lost to the crowd. No use talking to her, then. Looking around her in a thoughtful manner, Molly weighed her options. She wasn't quite ready to approach Sam yet. Or was she? Would it be better to just get it over with so she wouldn't have to stress about it? But what if it went badly? Then Molly's whole night would be absolutely ruined by the bad encounter. She was definitely overthinking this, wasn't she?
Catching herself from nibbling on her nails, [i](Gross, stop it Molly, she thought)[/i], Molly licked her lips and tried to get to the flow of the party. There were people on the beach, many of which she didn't know. Maybe this night she would try to focus on the people she already knew, Molly decided.
The music's base thumped in Molly's ears because the source was somewhere relatively near. Not a memorable song, but it had a rhythm to it, something which made Molly's heart beat to it and awakened a want for dancing. Maybe she wasn't that drunk yet. Or at all, actually. Heading for the drinks, Molly wiped her curly locks away as to not tickle her nose, deciding to go with a beer despite her earlier, unfortunate encounter with the beverage.