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[sup][b][color=fada5e]INTERACTIONS[/color][/b]
[color=fada5e]〘[/color]  Lilly Forrester, Venus Alexander, Ylva Ulven  [color=fada5e]〙[/color][/sup][/center]
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[indent][indent]When Lilly passes by where they were sat – presumably to make sure that nobody at the party was getting [i]too[/i] crazy – Ziggy shoots her a joking, two-fingered salute. And then, she’s off again. As he watches her swiftly retreating form, he can’t help but feel a slight pang of worry well up within him. She seemed agitated, somehow. Was something wrong? Apart from Julius blowing up in her face earlier, anyway. Or maybe it was something serious.

…[i]Eh[/i], he was probably thinking too much into it. Lilly was the floor manager, she had important things to do. Besides, nothing important ever happened here. It was more likely that someone had set off the sprinklers trying to hotbox their dorm room than a matter of life and death.

After Lilly disappears behind the crowd, Ziggy turns his attention back to the present. Venus’ answer to his question elicits from him a response of incredulity, eyes widening in pleasant surprise. Even though he was more of a writer, he understood the importance of camerawork, and meeting someone with a different point of view was always a treat. This time, he remembers to swallow the crunchy, ranch-flavored mess of Doritos in his mouth before even attempting to speak again. [color=fada5e][b]“I’m in screenwriting, maybe we’ll end up on a project together someday.”[/b][/color]

Then, he turns to see someone new. It was a girl. Her long, flowing hair was the color of fire—or maybe copper would be a more fitting description. People didn’t have hair that looked like fire, that was [i]ridiculous[/i]. Either way, Ziggy figured he should probably say something before the newcomer thought he was dumb, mute, or both.

[color=fada5e][b]“H-”[/b][/color]

Right as he speaks up, Venus does the same, so he cuts himself off, leaning back in his seat, and gives the redhead a little wave in greeting.

[color=fada5e][b]“Yeah, no, they’re more of a—”[/b][/color] Ziggy makes a vague waving motion with his hand. He isn’t quite sure what he means by it.

Nodding to a stack of folding chairs propped up against the wall, he says, [color=fada5e][b]“Hey, why don’t you pull a chair over? You kind of look like you’re about to pass out.”[/b][/color]

Admittedly, he’s a little concerned by the girl’s complexion, but that same concern is quickly drowned out by the growing heaviness in his limbs. Ziggy blinks once, twice, then scrubs a hand over his face, lets out a quiet huff of laughter. He could feel the music thrumming through his bones, and beneath the soles of his sneakers. [i]Like a heartbeat[/i], he thinks.

Ziggy briefly contemplates cracking open another beer, though decides against it in the end. There’s plenty of time for him to get drunk later. But for now, he’s content to just… sit here. He had decent company, piles of junk food, and a high that was slowly but surely making everything in the world feel just a little bit better.

A moment later, he blinks again, as if he’s suddenly reminded of the new girl’s presence. Oh, right; he still had to make his introductions. Letting out a throat-clearing cough into the collar of his hoodie, Ziggy begins to recite the whole [i]nice-to-meet-you[/i] spiel for the third time tonight.

[color=fada5e][b]“I’m Ziggy. It’s a pleasure to, uh… sorry, what was your name again?”[/b][/color][/indent][/indent]
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