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As it was common in these types of parties, Marisol had lost sight of Archer in the blink of an eye. One minute they were stepping into the Salvador House of Horrors, and the next she was left stranded by the entrance, her best friend swallowed by the crowd. She scanned the faces of those nearby hoping to recognize her favorite market boy, but when you were 5’3” in a sea of giants, it was hard to locate your target. So instead of elbowing her way around her insufferable classmates, the brunette chose to look around for the generous party favors her darling cousin Kavi had probably-

[color=brown][i]Jackpot[/i][/color]

Like a child who’d just spotted the pile of gifts under the tree on Christmas day, the excited Marisol skipped over to a table on the opposite side of the drinks table. Between the assortment of snacks and Halloween decorations, she’d spotted a mini pumpkin jar filled with joints, appropriately rolled up in black and orange paper. Smiling widely, the girl plucked a few joints from the jar, grabbed one of the lighters sitting nearby and made a beeline to the double doors at the far end of the room.

It took no effort for Wednesday Addams to move around the venue and find the perfect spot for blazing up. Being the second cousin to the party host came with perks: she knew the layout of the Salvador house like she did her own. The family room was mostly empty except for a few partygoers chatting around and the weird couple making out on the couch. But this wasn’t her final destination. In fact, her freedom was on the other side of the sliding glass door: in the cozy backyard of the home, where the pool and adjoining hot tub was located.

The illuminated pool’s crystalline water called out to the Marisol’s inner mermaid. Without wasting any more time, she slipped off her Vans, took a seat in one of the chairs at the shallow edge of the pool and let her feet soak in warm water while she went though the five joints in her hand like a chain smoker would. Now fully relaxed and content, the buzzed Marisol dried off her feet with one of the towels sitting in the patio table, slipped her shoes back on and went back to the party.

It wasn’t long until her green eyes found her favorite market boy with his arms around Kavan (looking spectacular in his Tut costume), Guy Lowell dressed up in a spot-on replica of Milo from Atlantis, and some blonde she didn’t know. Frowning, Mari approached the group, hoping to find out just who the hell this intruder was and what she was doing with her friends.

[color=brown]“Heyyyyyyyyyyyyy guys! What’s going-”[/color] she began before suddenly stopped mid-sentence, her brain finally putting a name to the chubby-cheeked, dolled up face in front of her.

It took a solid minute for Marisol to break out of her laughing fit. Sonny in drag was something she never imagined seeing in her life- but she had to admit: he definitely rocked it. Sure, he wasn’t the most good-looking female Mari had seen, but it was certainly a hell of a good attempt… And something to take advantage of.

[color=brown]“Hey [i]beba[/i], what’s up?”[/color] she said suggestively, the fake deep voice clearly mocking the notorious fuckboi that was Santiago Fernandez. To add some dramatic effect, the short girl gave Sonny’s ass a nice squeeze and a flirtatious wink before adding, [color=brown]“I haven’t seen you around before. Let me introduce myself. The name’s Marisol Castillo, and I’d be honored if you suffocate me with your thick thighs tonight.”[/color][/indent][/indent][/color]