[center][h1][color=7bcdc8]Raven Carter[/color][/h1]
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[color=7bcdc8]Location: The docks, not far from the beach party.
Interacting With: Molly.[/color][@Cio][/center][hr]

Raven groaned a little in protest as Molly moved, disturbing their comfortable embrace to stand up, but ultimately knew that they had to get up sooner or later. She scooped up the now half empty bottle of tequila that the pair had liberated from the party, and took Molly’s hand standing with her. She stood there for a moment, holding her hand firmly, entwining their fingers together, as she smiled. She saw the tired look in Molly’s eyes, realising that she too was starting to get pretty tired. Any other night she would be closing down the dancefloor, one of the last ones standing. But that night, she didn’t want to be, there were places she would much rather be. 

Raven stood there for a few moments, swaying slightly, a little from the alcohol, but mostly just because she enjoyed the movement. She looked up at the slightly taller girl, a soft, genuine smile tugging lightly at her lips. She locked eyes with Molly, standing up a little taller and slowly tilting her head up, ever so slightly moving her lips closer to the other girl’s. Teasingly slow in fact, but just before their lips could meet… She let go of Molly’s hand and took a step back, with a teasing, flirtatious smirk on her lips.

Before Molly had a chance to protest, Raven started pracing back towards the house with a half-skipping like stride, giggling a little. [color=7bcdc8]“You can have more of that back at the house,”[/color] she called out in a teasing, sing-song tone. As much as she wanted nothing more than to feel Molly’s lips against hers again, she enjoyed being a tease even more, especially while drunk.