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

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Location: The beach party
Interacting With: Raven and a rude prick [@Zaxter996]
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What Molly wished had been her first reaction, was Raven's instead.
[color=7bcdc8]“Damn right there will be, dickhead,"[/color] the girl cussed, her accent boosting the effectiveness of her words. The dude seemed only more amused, laughing with what sounded almost like a giggle. [i]Fucking prick,[/i] Molly thought, still too embarrassed to say anything. She didn't know why she cared, really. She didn't know this guy, so it wasn't like she had anything to be embarrassed about. Just... her very much reminded Molly of the sort of people that were popular in high school. The people she partied with. Something in him made her incredibly uncomfortable.
[color=7bcdc8]“But not the kind you want, mate. I can promise ya that,"[/color] Raven continued in a threatening voice that was somehow steady all at the same time. Like a thunderstorm waiting to happen. It was fascinating, but also the contents of what she was saying was funny enough for Molly's lips to twitch up for a second. She admired how calm Raven was being, even when she was so obviously pissed. She was so cool and confident, standing her ground like a rock. If that had been Molly, well... She'd have handled the situation with less gracefulness.
"Aww... no need to get spicy, babe," the boy answered with a degrading tone, a tone which made my blood boil and cheeks flush with embarrassment all at the same time. "I was just enjoying the show."
That was it for Molly. Those specific words, the bloke couldn't have picked his words more poorly. She had been quiet and withdrawn in submission moments before, but now Molly's anger flared up like a phoneix from the ashes. She felt the need to speak up, not to leave it all to Raven.
Something in her expression must've visibly shifted, because the guy's attention turned to Molly as she snapped:
[color=#adff9f]"[i]Fuck off[/i] before I'll show you action,"[/color] Molly all but growled, face red with heat and voice wavering with carely controlled anger, all fuelled by her insecurieties and embarrassment. The cider bottle was half empty in Molly's hand, and her fingers clutched the neck of it so hard her knuckles turned white. The boy, on the other hand, didn't seem to find Molly all that threatening. It was almost as if he liked teasing the two, seeing them get annoyed.
"Aww come on, hottie. I bet you'd--"
The guy dodged, barely, as Molly threw the cider bottle at him. The glass broke on the rocks, spilling whatever was left inside. Mostly on the sand, but a part of it landed on the intruding guy in question, too. The smile was wiped away from the guy's face as he realised the bottle just barely missed.
[color=#adff9f]"Don't make me throw another one,"[/color] Molly said, but her sudden surge of anger was already going away, leaving her deflated and... to be frank, quite exhausted. She felt like crying, but not in front of Raven, not now. How had this gone like this? She was having such a good time, and then this guy just had to ruin it all.
Speaking of which... he just stared at them for a moment, his nut sized, drunk brain clearly trying to comprehend what had just happened, before he  threw his hands up in resignation:
"Alright, alright, got it... No need to get like that, man," he scoffed, backing off a few steps before cautiously turning away, fixing both Raven and Molly one last glance. Molly quite literally held her breath until he did so, only deflating as he was further away, all the tension melting from her body. Well, almost all of it.
They were left quiet, sitting there as the waves gently lapped at the rock formation. The sound of music drummed further away where the party was only getting wilder. Molly found herself unable to say anything, or even to look at her companion. She could still hear her own voice playing back in her mind, and it didn't sound nearly as badass as she'd wanted. Just scared, angry, wobbly and frustrated.
What could she even say to Raven now? She felt like she had to explain something, like she owed Raven an explanation for why she was acting all weird. The truth was, even Molly didn't know. She was being all chill first, and then she'd get all fight-or-flight, and then she'd get all quiet. No wonder Raven must've not known how to handle Molly; she herself didn't know why she was being like this.
Well, she did know. But she should just get over it, really. She should let high school go. It was in the past, and she no longer wanted to be hung up on it.
[color=#adff9f]"...So,"[/color] Molly said, voice barely above a whisper. It was like an awkward ice breaker; not that the two needed one. But Molly did feel like Raven had already noticed something was up with her, so why hide it? She wasn't sure if she wanted to answer that question, if it came, though. Or maybe she did, maybe that was exactly what she was waiting for at the moment. She didn't know, really. But when did she ever?