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[sub][url=https://youtu.be/l7vRSu_wsNc]Raspberry Beret[/url][/sub]

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[sub][color=#9ECBD1][b]Location:[/b][/color] The Salvador Residence 
[color=#9ECBD1][b]Interacting with:[/b][/color] Bea Endive[/sub][/center][indent][indent][indent][hr][hr][/indent][/indent][/indent][indent][indent]Growing up, Carter's mother had always warned him of the negative effects of any kind of substance misuse, especially alcohol. She mostly did this because of his grandfather, who'd had a long history of alcohol abuse stemming from when he was just twenty years old. Carter could still vividly remember coming home from school every afternoon to find his grandpa sitting in front of the television, a half-empty bottle of gin in one hand and a cigar in the other. He hated how the man's breath always smelled when he tried to pull him into a hug, and how he slurred his words when asking him about his day. As a result, he was fiercely anti-drinking as a child, but then — like most teenagers — felt compelled to do it anyway as he grew older. Carter couldn't help but think about the countless lectures that he'd had to endure throughout his lifetime as he took a few large gulps from his red solo cup. If his mother were to see him now, she'd be losing her shit.

A few minutes after Carter and Georgie had entered the party, the two decided to go their separate ways; while Georgia headed off to do whatever it was that she wanted to do, Carter made a beeline for the refreshment table. He filled his cup with the first brown liquor he'd spotted, and mixed it with a little bit of cream soda. He was already on his second cup of the concoction when he managed to stumble into another body on his way to the restroom. [color=#CCC6EA][b]"Woah,"[/b][/color] the young man said, ready to spew apologies to whoever it was that he'd collided with. But before he could utter another word, the short, blonde-haired girl beat him to it.

[color=E0633C]"Sorry man,"[/color] She said, her voice monotonous and uninteresting. [color=E0633C]"Have any trouble digging yourself out of your grave?"[/color]

Carter simply chuckled and shook his head at the girl's question. [color=#CCC6EA][b]"Nice to see you here too, Beatrice,"[/b][/color] he said as he tossed his cup into a nearby trash can. [color=#CCC6EA][b]"Have any trouble succumbing to social pressures that tell you that you have to look a certain way in order to please a certain crowd?"[/b][/color] While Carter did think that Bea pretty much nailed the whole "lady greaser" look, he did unfortunately have great disdain for the Grease movies. In fact, the young man wrote an entire essay on why the movie was yet another hilariously sexist, culture-polluted outrage after being forced to watch it during his ninth grade film class. Long story short, he thought that Sandy was a fucking idiot.

[color=#CCC6EA][b]"You look great though,"[/b][/color] Carter said to her in an attempt to change the subject. [color=#CCC6EA][b]"Enjoying the party?"[/b][/color]
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