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[center][sub][color=slateblue] Location: [/color]Salvador's
[color=slateblue]Interacting with: [/color]Mackenzie Davenport, Oliver and Stella Lambert
[color=slateblue]Indirectly Interacting with:[/color] Max Wallenberg [/sub][/center]

[color=silver] Georgie parted ways with Carter, giving him a quick small wave as she threaded through the crowds towards the liquor table on the other side.  The room was just about heavy with sweat as people danced their way around her, bodies rubbing unpleasantly against each other as Georgie gave herself time to pull a disgusted face.  While she did like dancing, she never liked the sweat and exertion that came with it.  Finally, she managed to make her way to the table lined with discarded red solo cups and a couple of tall glass bottles of alcohol, along with a small cooler of beer. She poured herself some whiskey and downed some of it before she glanced down at her phone, pulling up Chrysler's name on the screen and quickly sending him a text.[/color]

[quote][b][color=slateblue]GEORGIA F:[/color][/b] [i]chrys, where in hell are you? do u have any idea who i had to come w/ to the party???[/i][/quote]
[quote][b][color=firebrick]CHRYSLER T:[/color][/b] [i]calm down, i know all about your antics.  too bad im still stuck at home nursing a 101 degree fever.[/i][/quote]
[quote][b][color=slateblue]GEORGIA F:[/color][/b] [i]are u actually kidding me? i'm here because i thought that sometime around hell or nothing you'd show up[/i][/quote]
[quote][b][color=firebrick]CHRYSLER T:[/color][/b] [i]whoops, guess i didnt get the message then[/i] 🤷‍♂️[/quote]

[color=silver][color=slateblue][b]"Honestly?"[/b][/color] Georgie scoffed and pocketed her phone.  Guess she'd just have to find another person to encourage her partying then.  Chrysler had always been such a flake, she should really learn to expect this but yet Georgie always had an optimistic view when it came towards her beloved friends. As she walked through the crowd Georgie managed to pick up a few faces and waved towards them, her fingers itching just to touch her camera and take a few shots of the gorgeous, privileged faces in such a typical high school fashion (i.e: drunk and partying way too hard) not that she had an issue with that.  

Georgie pushed her way through a couple of witches before she saw [i]him[/i]. Max looked hot.  Of course he did.  She let her eyes sweep over him once, thinking of their day at the lake together and just how cute he was. But that was stupid, her thoughts shouldn't get out of control.  She'd gone through her fair share of crushes before but up until Sawyer...well, let's just say she didn't expect that level of hurt again.  And she wasn't even able to face it herself if she'd had a crush on Sawyer or not, or if anything had ever happened between them on the romantic spectrum, that was just how weak she was. God, she was hopeless wasn't she? 

Georgie adjusted her hat, running a hand over the velvet rim before she turned away from the alluring boy god and focused her attention instead on Mackenzie Davenport, standing with Stella some paces away.  She hadn't talked to Mac in a long time and Georgie was looking for a fun time so this seemed like the absolute perfect signal.  Her shined loafers instantly tapped their way over to the two girls, hoping she wasn't interrupting them as Georgie looped an arm around Mac's shoulders and whispered teasingly:
[color=slateblue][b]"Missed me, Mac?"[/b][/color]

God knows she needed all the distraction she could get.
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