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[color=CF5685]“Oh well you know, I like to overdo it when I can.”[/color] Julie piped up after April approached the group. 

April smiled with a nod, getting a small reply in before the redhead wandered off. [color=ec008c]“I would expect no less.”[/color]

As Julie left the group, April looked past both Aaliyah and Chanel to Santiago outside, before shaking her head. [color=ec008c][i]Fuck him[/i][/color] she thought, her jaw clenched lightly. The brunette ran a subconscious hand over her stomach before she raised the cold can of soda to her lips and took a sip, letting the icy--and non-alcoholic of course--beverage trickle down her throat. There was a moment where the slightly pregnant girl contemplated how fucked up the baby would be if she had just [i]one drink[/i], but it was a moment that was quickly shot down by her own moral compass (despite it’s occasional inaccuracy, it [i]usually[/i] pointed her in the right direction).

And then, completely unrelated to her previous thoughts, an idea began to form in her head. Santiago didn’t know April was here yet.

A grin spread across the brunettes face. She could totally use this to make some...field observations. 

[color=ec008c]“If you two will excuse me for a moment, I just saw someone who I haven’t talked to in ages. I’ll be back!”[/color] And like the creature of the night she was dressed as, April took off and just about vanished into the crowded house, sneaking her way between and around the various party-goers. There was no mystery long, lost friend. There was just an excuse to get away from everyone so that she could observe.

And observe she would. The young woman stood around a corner, partially covered in shadow. There were few people around her, everyone else seemed to be grouped together on what apparently had been dubbed the dance floor. With another sip of her ginger ale, April looked over the crowd with the piercing orange-yellow eyes she now had, watching and waiting for her [i]oh-so-faithful[/i] boyfriend, baby daddy, fuck-buddy to screw up. Just because she couldn’t drink didn’t mean she couldn’t enjoy herself. It may have been petty and vindictive, but Santiago had been quite adamant about her not going to this party. There had to be more of a reason why apart from the pregnancy.