[right][sub][color=#D2652C]Location:[/color] Country Club
[color=#D2652C]Interacting with:[/color] Jordan Henderson, Lucas Anderson[/sub][/right]
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[indent][indent]Fortunately, Chanel had only just began making awkward small talk with Aaliyah when her date reappeared; the young woman had a smug look on her face as she watched Jordan scoop himself a cup of the freshly spiked punch. [color=8c5bff][i]"I doubt anyone would mind a little shaking up. Those dancers look far too sober for a real party,"[/i][/color] Jordan said, and Chanel couldn't agree more. Chanel was determined to have a good time that night, and thus came to the conclusion that a little bit of alcohol would help this come to fruition. After Jordan had finished pouring his punch, Chanel grabbed her own cup to do the same. She drained the contents of her cup in two large gulps, ignoring the burning sensation in her throat and stomach that followed. [color=8c5bff][i]"And I don’t think I’ve met your friend?"[/i][/color] Jordan said shortly after, and Chanel carefully blotted her mouth with a napkin before speaking once again. 

[color=#D2652C]"This is Aaliyah King,"[/color] Chanel said, motioning to the other girl, [color=#D2652C]"Also known as King's resident chess queen. We're not really friends, though. Associates or acquaintances would be the better word since we've only ever spoken a few times. Anyway, I just thought I'd compliment her on this [i]amazing[/i] dress. I mean, look at her. Doesn't she look great?"[/color] As Chanel spoke, she poured herself yet another cup of punch; While she wasn't really looking to get pissy drunk, she did find herself eager to catch a buzz. After all, it had been a few weeks since she last allowed herself to let loose and have a bit of fun, so why the hell not? 

Chanel had just finished her third cup when she decided that she was over making small talk with Aaliyah and Jordan; now that she had a bit of liquor in her system, she was finally ready to get the party started. She threw her own cup into the garbage can that wasn't too far from where they were standing before grabbing Jordan by the hand and giving him a slight tug away from the table. [color=#D2652C]"So, Jordan Henderson. What do you say we hit the dance floor? And [i]please[/i] don't tell me you're one of those, [i]'I'm not much of a dancer'[/i] kind of guys. It's homecoming, and I'm not taking no for an answer."[/color] But before Chanel could get a response from her date, she suddenly felt something hit her on the back. It wasn't like she got hit with anything hard; in fact, Chanel quickly spun around to see a plastic cup, identical to the one she'd just thrown away not too long ago, laying on the ground. However, that was besides the point. 

It only took Chanel a moment to realize who had thrown the cup in her direction; it was none other than Lucas Anderson. Looking at the boy, she could easily tell that he was already drunk off his ass. Chanel didn't know much about Lucas other than the fact that he was Santiago's right hand man and basically the slightly less slutty, male version Penelope Richards, but that was just enough information for Chanel to see the other boy in a negative light. A feeling of rage suddenly surged through her body, and before she knew it, Chanel had let go of Jordan's hand and was marching right up to Lucas Anderson, angrily tapping him on the shoulder. Maybe it was her short-tempered nature that caused her to react so quickly and impetuously. Or maybe it was just the alcohol.

[color=#D2652C]"Yo, what the fuck is wrong with you?"[/color] Chanel said once he'd turned around. [color=#D2652C]"Like, deadass. What's your problem? Did your parents not teach you any basic fucking home-training? Or do you always just throw shit around like niggas didn't invent garbage cans for a reason?"[/color] Chanel was able to look Lucas directly in the eye as she spoke, thanks to the added height from her heels. [color=#D2652C]And what if there was still some punch left in the cup that you just [i]carelessly[/i] tossed over your shoulder? Boy, I spent hours working on this beautiful ass dress, and I'll be [i]damned[/i] if it gets ruined before I even get the chance to take more pictures."[/color]
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