[center][h1][color=7bcdc8]Raven Carter[/color][/h1]
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[color=7bcdc8]Location: The beach party.
Interacting With: Molly.[/color][@Cio][/center][hr]

Hearing the “popular girl” of their high school talk about noticing her definitely brought a genuine smile to Raven’s face. And, if she wasn’t mistaken, Molly was reciprocating the flirting slightly, albeit obviously still a little shy. It was odd, she’d never seen Molly like that, always seeing her as the confident, bubbly popular girl, who always seemed comfortable in her own skin. Raven was now noticing that there was definitely more to the gorgeous Brittish girl than meets the eye, and that certainly intrigued and excited Raven. It was now her mission to get to know this girl, the real Molly Hartell, as well as she could. 

As she pulled Molly into the dancefloor, she saw something change in her which caused her lips to curl in a smirk. She could tell that Molly was starting to let go a bit as the pair started to dance to the loud, driving dance music. Raven inched closer to her, keeping her eyes focused on her as she swayed her hips to the beat, running a hand through her own hair to brush her fringe out of her face, before downing the rest of her drink, and motioning for Molly to do the same. As the last drop of cider flowed down her throat, she exhaled heavily and moved to the trash can that had been placed nexts to the drinks table and dropped her bottle in it before quickly moving back to Molly, continuing to dance slightly the whole time. She took a step closer to the taller girl, their bodies barely an inch or two from each other at this point, and swayed her hips rhythmically, looking up at Molly with a flirtatious look in her eye. A soft snicker left her lips as Molly reminded her of her promise.
[color=7bcdc8]“That’s true… Hmm, I wonder if you can handle how I usually party.”[/color] She teased slightly, gently brushing a hand against Molly’s waist as they danced. [color=7bcdc8]“I’m happy to give you the full Raven Carter Experience, but I’m warning you now, it’s not for everyone.”[/color] She warned mysteriously, a mischievous smirk on her lips. [color=7bcdc8]“Although, I guess I can go easy on you this time, if you don’t think you can handle it yet.”[/color] She added with a teasing tone. She definitely had plans to show Molly the night of her life, if she was into it.[hr]
[center][h1][color=ed1c24]Finnley Morrison[/color][/h1]
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[color=ed1c24]Location: The Beach Party.
Interacting With: No-one, really.[/color][/center][hr]

Finn sat perched on the big rock on the edge of the party that he claimed as his own, finding himself swaying slightly to the music as he watched the party intently. It was certainly interesting watching all the drunk young adults drink and dance around, having the time of their lives. He’d never understood why people partied before, but as he was feeling the slight buzz of the alcohol working his way through his system, he finally started to understand a little. He thought he may have still rathered to be in his room playing video games, but he did kinda get it. As this new, but certainly not unwelcome feeling starting to course through him, he found himself smiling as he moved to the music a little. He took another long sip of his cider, having finished about three quarters of it now. He’d have to get up and get a new one soon, which kinda worried him, but not as much as would have five minutes ago. 

His eyes danced over the party, enjoying his people watching, and looking out for a few particular people. He attempted to keep track of Sunshine, to make sure she was okay and having fun, but it wasn’t easy, the social butterfly that Sunshine was. He wanted nothing more for her to be sitting there with him, maybe holding his hand- Finn quickly shook his head, trying not to let his thoughts wander too much. He had to not let himself get too attached. Sunshine would never go for a guy like Finn, would she? He sighed heavily, before shaking his head again. [color=ed1c24]“Finn, stop… This is party time, not overthinking time…”[/color] He mumbled to himself, taking another sip of his drink. He went back to watching the party, trying to keep any thoughts that would cause him to spiral into overthought out of his mind for now.