[center][h1][color=ed1c24]Finnley Morrison[/color][/h1]
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Location: The Beach Party.
Interacting With: Party people.[/center][hr]
His first party. Finn was terrified, his eyes darting around the place, looking at all the people dancing around and socialising, with one hand pulling at his long hair anxiously, while the other fiddled with the hem of his shirt. He may have been incredibly nervous about the situation, but he was doing well to even be there, and not run off back to the beach house and safety of his room. He made sure to keep an eye on his self-proclaimed “personal protector guider person” Sunshine, and followed her to the drinks table. He’d never drank before, so he didn’t know what to have. He didn’t have anything back at the house during pre-drinks because he decided to be responsible and eat first, so whatever he chose would be his first drink ever. [color=ed1c24]“Umm… Pour me one of those..?”[/color]  He asked Sunshine tentatively, motioning to the bottle of tequila in her hand. After she pours it for him happily, and gives him the advice not to smell it first, Finn apprehensively takes the shot glass, staring at it for a few moments, before throwing it down the hatch. As the abrasive, alcoholic liquid touched his tongue, Finn recoiled in repulsion, almost spitting it out before bringing his hand to his mouth, forcing his mouth to stay shut, and swallowing. He spluttered and coughed several times reaching for the closest bottle of water and guzzling it down. [color=ed1c24]“People…. Actually drink that?!”[/color] He exclaimed in disbelief between coughs, tingling as he felt the warm sensation start to flow down his chest and spread from there. [color=ed1c24]“But it’s so gross!”[/color] 

After recovering from his first shot, Finn looked around the alcohol table for something else to drink, steering clear from any of the bottles of straight liquor. Again, he had the dilemma of not knowing what to drink. He would have turned to Sunshine to ask for advice, but she had already started to mingle with the others at the party, and he didn’t want to bother her. He was now just standing at the drinks table awkwardly, not knowing what to do with himself, or who to talk to. [color=ed1c24][i]‘This is exactly why I don’t go to parties…’[/i][/color] He thought to himself, negative thoughts starting to swirl around in his head.[hr]
[center][h1][color=7bcdc8]Raven Carter[/color][/h1]
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Location: The beach party.
Interacting With: Finn, Molly, and others at the party[/center][hr]

A cloud of smoke bellowed out of the window of a car that was parked outside the beach house. The cause, was a platinum blonde haired girl who was now wrapping her bong in a hand towel and placing it in the center console of her car, with her mixbowl beside it. Luckily her car had a pretty spacious center console. A stoner’s dream car. Raven grabbed her small backpack, slinging it over her shoulder as she got out of her car, locking the door after kicking it shut. [color=7bcdc8]“Party time.”[/color] She said to herself with a grin. She had been out all day, seeing the sights of Miami and sketching some of the people she saw. But now, it was time to party hard. Most if not all of her schoolmates had already headed to the beach, and that’s exactly where she planned to join them. Luckily it was walking distance.

She smirked as she arrived at the bonfire, taking a moment to look around, observing her surroundings before making a move. There were people dancing around the bonfire, which was no doubt where she was going to end up, and others scattered around the place mingling. She spotted a few of her friends from the beach house, giving them a smile and a wave, but what really intrigued her, was lonely Finn standing awkwardly at the drinks table. Raven bounced over with a grin on her face, grabbing two bottles of hard cider from a cooler beside the table, handing one over to the awkward loner. [color=7bcdc8]“Oi Finn, try this. It’s nice, promise.”[/color] She said with a soft, kind smile.

[color=ed1c24]“Oh, uh…”[/color] Finn was pulled out of his thoughts, looking at Raven with a confused, yet grateful. [color=ed1c24]“Th-thanks, Raven…”[/color] He mumbled as he took the bottle of cider. Raven and Finn had never really talked much, but they knew each other, and admired each other’s differences. Finn struggled for a few moments to get the bottle open, blushing brightly as Raven held her hand out to him. [color=7bcdc8]“Here, let me.”[/color] She offered with a kind smile, taking the bottle and opening it for him and handing it back. She clicked her bottle against his, exclaiming [color=7bcdc8]“Cheers!”[/color] Before taking a big swig.

[color=ed1c24]“Cheers…”[/color] Finn mumbled softly, before taking a sip of his own, but a much smaller one. [color=ed1c24]“Mmm… That’s nice.” [/color]
[color=7bcdc8]“Told ya.”[/color] Raven replied with a soft snicker, nudging him in the arm softly. She smirked, before scanning the party again, and seeing a familiar face approach the drink table. Molly Hartell. Prom Queen and everyone's favourite British girl. Half the school had a crush on her, and Raven was definitely one of those people. Too bad that as far as Raven knew, she was straight. [color=7bcdc8]"Hey Molly."[/color] Raven called out with a smile, walking over to her after taking another sip of her drink. As she smiled at her, she noticed she seemed a little on edge about something. Raven furrowed her brow with a slightly concerned look. [color=7bcdc8]"You doin' okay?"[/color] She asked softly, giving her a caring smile. 

Finn watched Raven walk over to Molly, giving them both an awkward smile before looking around and finding a nice big rock by the edge of the party to sit on. He climbed on top, sitting with his legs dangling off it, sipping his drink as he watched the people dance. Actually, this wasn’t so bad… He didn’t have to be amongst all the people and the action, he could sit back, and watch. He liked that. It was a nice compromise for his mind. He could still be at the party, and still be trying something new, while also being able to breathe without feeling like he was surrounded by people.