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Cleopatra was growing impatient. She was sipping at her whiskey like it was keeping her alive, but it was definitely keeping her calm without anyone she knew here as backup. She watched as some half-naked athlete, had to be an athlete given the way he wanted to show off that body with his costume of what amounted to a cape and little else. His nipples were a bit weird, but that just drew the eyes to that chiseled chest. She went over his body before watching him slam three straight shots of vodka. That was a little off-putting. [color=e81b00][i]“Vodka? Seriously? Not even I’m that foolish.”[/i][/color] The shirtless wonder wandered off though, sure to find some random sexy tree or whatever to go hit on. 

Shawna was pondering the fate of that poor woman, when she was interrupted by a most welcome arrival. The Disney princess to her queen, the Snow White that would have gotten Prince Charming to do more than kiss her, even if the kissing part alone was a little icky with the whole being unconscious thing. As Kellie Anne wrapped her arms around Shawna, she could feel the anxiety melting now that there was someone she knew she could talk to. She returned the kiss quickly and set her drink down on the table.

[color=e81b00]“Maybe if I can draw them away from you! Shit, hun, I thought I knew which Disney girls already gave me the urges! Gotta revise my list, cause you are killing this party!”[/color] 

It didn’t take long for the Lunchroom Trio to be reunited. Even under Dorothy’s wholesome look, it wasn’t hard to spot Sunshine, especially with her greeting and her prompt shooting of tequila. [color=e81b00]“Yeah! That’s my girl right there!”[/color] This was how Shawna was supposed to react to a friend fearlessly taking a tequila shot, if the Netflix movies were anything to go on. [color=e81b00]“Shoot, c’mon Cupcake, we gotta get you a drink too.”[/color]

[color=00FA9A]"Oh, no thank you! I'm not much of a drinker!"[/color] Kellie said bashfully, remembering that the last time she drank she'd gotten tangled up in the kiss with Max that had started their whole relationship. 

Sunshine laughed at Shawna’s encouragement as she put the cap back on the bottle of tequila. She didn’t want to get too drunk right now. Sunshine and Tequila had a certain relationship - one that often got Sunshine into trouble. It was best to save her wild side for later. [color=7ea7d8]”Come on, Kellie. One drink couldn’t hurt.”[/color] Thinking about how that was definitely peer pressure, Sunshine went on to reassure her new friend.  [color=7ea7d8]”But if you’re really not comfortable with drinking, we understand that.”[/color]

[color=e81b00]“For sure!”[/color] Shawna agreed as she continued to drink in her best friend’s costume. That seemed to be the correct term for now. [color=e81b00]“It is written in the hieroglyphs that my subjects get to do whatever the hell they please! Besides, wouldn’t do much good for the Disney image to have you drinking now, would it?[/color] She winked as reclaimed her own beverage of choice and took a long sip. Her tolerance had spiked with her summer extracurriculars, so she was confident this first cocktail wasn’t going to do much to get her drunk enough to let a snake near her this early.

Kellie giggled uncomfortably, discreetly shifting her feet. Apart from Shawna, the only reason she was even coming to the party was to forget about Max. 

[color=00FA9A]“Alright, alright,”[/color] she said in defeat, taking one of the orange party cups from the table and offering it up to Sunshine and Shawna, 

Sunshine didn’t know that much when it came to what to drink for other people. Tequila worked just fine for her, and the thought of Vodka made her shiver. [color=7ea7d8]”Hmmm….. I’m not sure what your preference is, but it looks like Kavi has everything covered.”[/color] 

Shawna nodded. The host of the party had done a miraculous job of acquiring all the hard liquor under the sun, and in copious amounts, for someone underage. [color=e81b00]“All right! Now we are cooking!”[/color] she exclaimed, encouraging Kellie’s choice of action. [color=e81b00]“Well, I went with the whiskey, ‘cause that shit is hard to get for me normally. I can tell you that there are a couple bottles of Stonewell’s finest reds, fresh from the vineyards of scenic Interstate 75 in Ocala if you really want that convenience store wine experience. But, I think you should probably get something that’s an easy mix, something sweet, for my cupcake… Could start with some Malibu, I guess?”[/color] She looked over for confirmation.

Kellie shot Shawna a look. [color=00FA9A]“Malibu?”[/color] she repeated in disbelief. Malibu was the type of drink she and her friends from Silicon Valley would add to their piña coladas while hanging out at the Country Club the summer before freshman year. [color=00FA9A]“No way! If I’m going down tonight, I’m going down with a fight!”[/color] the brunette declared before stomping over to the drinks table. She filled her cup with ice, poured herself a generous amount of Rumchata and about a shot of Fireball before mixing up the contents by swirling the cup around in her hand and taking a long sip that burned down her throat.

Shawna just stared as Kellie Anne went no mercy on her first drink of the night. Granted, she was getting bold herself with the 80% whiskey drink, but still. It was a sight to watch her best friend show as much gusto in knocking back the alcohol as much as she did. Strangely, it made her feel even more at ease with their relationship. Did it mean she would accept the other illicit facets of her life? No. But alcohol was now on the table, and in her mouth, and that would do. [color=e81b00]“Damn girl! Wasting no time! All right!”[/color] She took another long sip of her drink, barely tasting the Coke at this point. [color=e81b00]“But be careful,”[/color] she cautioned, pointing up at her crown. [color=e81b00]“You come at the queen, you best not miss!”[/color] This was the kind of posturing she saw in countless wasted daytime Netflix sessions, and she had gotten better at it the more she got out to these events. Heck, at this point, she might even be brave enough to embarrass herself at beer pong. [/indent][/indent][/color]