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[color=00a651]Pot brownies, eh? That explains a lot. [/color] She winks at Ziggy. [color=00a651] I could do with a little relaxing, but that's not my poison. Hang on.[/color] Ylva walks back over to the food and piles a few things onto a plate. She grabs herself a beer and returns to sit down next to Venus.[color=00a651]Hey Ziggy, I'm Ylva, sorry did I forget to slip that in?[/color] Temporarily distracted by Lilly flashing by [color=00a651][i] Does she look worried? Drunk fight already? [/I][/color] Ylva almost missed Ziggy's not so coherent speech. 

Suddenly selfconscious, Ylva runs her free hand through her hair. She gulps down some beer and nibbles on a waffle. Then she shrugs. [color=00a651]We can't all look good all the time, can we? Comes with the hair, I guess. So, how did you guys end up here? [/color] Nibbling on her brownie, Ylva took the time to take it all in and center herself. She looked around the room, watching everyone have fun, and for the first time in a very long time, Ylva realised she felt like she belonged somewhere. She smiled to herself and leaned back in the sofa, enjoying the stuff happening around her.

Suddenly she realized the other guy in the group hadn't said a word. He didn't even seem to register they were there. [color=00a651]Guess he's not handling them too well?[/color] Ylva smiled. Maybe she'd try one later, when she felt a little more grounded.