[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]

Raven gave the random fuck-stain a “did you just fucking really” kind of look, coughing out a frustrated, angry laugh. Who did this little shitdick think that he was? Raven went to open his mouth to give him a full mouthful, when she was caught off guard by the seemingly more timid Molly went into full confrontation mode. She raised a brow at her, one side of her lips curling slightly in a smirk. She saw something in Molly that she hadn’t seen before. A fire that she instantly hoped would never be turned on her. Her attention turned back to the dickhead, and kept her mouth shut, giving the dude a shit-eating grin, just waiting to see how Molly reacted… But certainly didn’t expect a bottle to be thrown.

Raven couldn’t help but let out surprised burst of laughter, looking between Molly and the guy. [color=7bcdc8]“Yeah, fuckstain! She won’t miss next time!”[/color] She called out after him with a snicker, before giving Molly her full attention again. Her amused smirk turned a little somber when she saw how deflated Molly now looked. Obviously she wasn’t used to this, and again, that secret something that was obviously troubling her. Raven sat there for a few moments, placing her hand comfortingly on Molly’s thigh. She wanted to ask her what was wrong, but figured this wasn’t the place. She wasn’t going to open up if she wasn’t comfortable. And she she obviously wasn’t comfortable here, at least not anymore. 

[color=7bcdc8]“So…”[/color] She said in response to Molly’s awkward ice breaker, smiling softly. After a few more moments of silent thought, Raven spoke again. [color=7bcdc8]“Do you wanna get out of here? Go back to the house and drink without any dickheads around?”[/color] She asked tentatively. She wish she knew what was bothering her, so that she could help her feel better. But she figured all she could do right now is just be there. If it were just her, she would have gotten up, loud and proud and strutted her stuff, showing that prick that she didn’t care what he thought, but he wasn’t sure if that was Molly’s style, and definitely didn’t want to make her any more uncomfortable. Her plan now was to give Molly back the lead, and make her feel better however she could.