[center] [img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/190505/1e1f24e76c4f256506299f418d693de0.png[/img][hr][@Howilng Zinogre][@sempis][hr][/center]Nick was quick to play along with Ellie’s antics and had therefore earned her appreciation. She silently concluded that he would be the helpless soul she would stick with for the evening. Her battle buddy. Possibly willing, perhaps not. [color=7bcdc8]“Psh, do celebratory sashes exist? Why, of course. They’re only the best way to convince strangers to get you drunk for free,”[/color] Ellie shared this as if letting him in on a secret. [color=7bcdc8]“I will totally let you borrow my bride one if-”[/color] Her words were cut short as the speaker besides them suddenly came to life, a familiar voice spilling from within it. 

Ellie was entirely shocked and impressed by what she was seeing of her roommate. He previously appeared to her as somewhat reserved and reticent, but what she had witnessed of him behind the microphone was quite the opposite. She looked towards Nick at the conclusion of the announcement, one eyebrow lifted slightly higher than the other. [color=7bcdc8]“I dunno what high school Rowan went to, but at mine, we would smoke in the back of the parking lot and sneak shooters into the pep rallies. We’re totally ‘getting high school up in here’.” [/color]

The young woman slid a few bottles into the crook of her elbow and urged Nick towards the lounge area. Her cheeks had warmed and it was apparent that only a few beers had softened her edges as she unabashedly approached those she saw isolated to themselves. She encouraged them each in that same direction, hooking their arms with her own if necessary, before falling back into a cushioned seat herself, curling her legs beneath her. She slid the alcohol towards the center of the table before scanning the small crown for their emcee. [color=7bcdc8]“Rowan, what are we playing, my friend?!”
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