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[sub]A Collab between [@HaleyTheRandom] and [@eclecticwitch]; featuring [color=7ea7d8]Sunshine[/color] and [color=98ac90]Guy[/color].[/sub][/center]

Guy wandered, making his way toward the refreshments table with all sorts of feelings assaulting his poor, simple brain.  This was not how he saw the night going.  He hadn’t really had a thought on what the night would have been like, but he if had this certainly would NOT have been it.  Watching Archer with Kavan.  Getting kissed by some guy in drag.  Being in fucking Kavi’s house.  It was… a lot.

Standing at the table he surveyed the selection.  He didn’t drink and so didn’t know what to choose.  He picked up bottles only to set them down.  Guy was having an inner battle.  To drink or not to drink?  That was the question.  At last he picked up a bottle of good vodka, poured a bit into his empty cup.  He tossed it back like he knew what he was doing but after swallowing the burn of the hard liquor kicked in.  He began to cough, hiding his face against his sleeve.

Sunshine was starting to have second thoughts about coming to the Halloween party. She had considered the party for being a good place to meet and see her new classmates. All she had managed to do was meet a random hot guy and make another girl extremely uncomfortable. Debating on whether or not to try and mingle somewhere else, she heard a loud coughing behind her. Turning to see a young man clutching a bottle of vodka she sort of smiled at him - a mixture of both pity and amusement. 

[color=7ea7d8]”No chaser? Someones feeling kinda ballsy.”[/color]

Guy looked at the young woman who spoke to him through the tears that welled up in his bleary eyes.  [color=98AC90]“Chaser?”[/color] he asked with a final cough.  He fanned his face, the exertion making him warm.  [color=98AC90]“Like quidditch?”[/color] he asked, and then felt quite stupid.  She probably was not talking about fictional sports.

[color=7ea7d8]”Definitely not like quidditch,”[/color] she said laughing.  [color=7ea7d8]”Something to drink after the liquor. Coke or something to that effect. It helps with the taste and such. I’m guessing you don’t do a lot of drinking though, huh?”[/color]

He shook his head in response as a cough erupted from him again and into his arm.  How many more could he possibly have.  [color=98AC90]“No, not really.  What’s good?”[/color]  The girl seemed quite nice and hopefully she would help him out of this very odd pickle.  [color=98AC90]“I like things that are tangy and sweet.”[/color]  He hoped that would help her in some way.

She took a moment to think. Sunshine’s go to had always been tequila, but she wasn’t completely sure if he would like it, especially with not being one to drink that much. If tangy and sweet was what he was looking for though... [color=7ea7d8]”What about a screwdriver?”[/color] she suggested. [color=7ea7d8]”Not like…. The tool, but… just give me a second.”[/color] Scanning the table quickly, she didn’t see any orange juice, but she remembered seeing the kitchen not to far from the drink table. [color=7ea7d8]”I’ll be right back, promise.”[/color] So off she went, searching for the refrigerator. 

Guy just watched the little ball of sunshine skip off after recommending something for him.  He stood, stupidly and awkward with the bottle of vodka in one hand and an empty red solo cup in the other.  Would she get waylaid and not come back?  How long should he wait?  He decided to take another shot to not feel like such a weirdo.  Prepared this time, after the short drink there was much less coughing.

It didn’t take Sunshine too long to find the Salvador kitchen. While she second guessed how pleased Kavi would be if someone had decided to rummage around in his parents things, she quickly brushed the thought to the side. Didn’t want people snooping? Don’t attempt to throw a rager. In no time at all, Sunshine had managed to find the orange juice and return back to the new guy. Promptly picking up one of the red solo cups, she poured some of the juice into it before picking up one of the bottles of vodka to pour in there as well. Feeling like she had a decent amount of the mixture before her, she turned to hand it to the young man, a sort of proud smile on her face. 

[color=7ea7d8]”Try this.”[/color]

She came back.  He was honestly surprised, considering the type of party this was.  He gave her one of his goofy, lopsided smiles and took the drink.  He sipped, testing it carefully.  While still quite strong it was much more palatable.  Guy wasn’t a complete idiot - he understood the concept of mixing a drink.  He was just looking to potentially get plastered.  This would certainly help.  [color=98AC90]“It’s good!”[/color] he responded with a light and airy tone.  [color=98AC90]“Guy,”[/color] he held out his hand to the girl.

Yet another smile came across Sunshines face, this time of relief. She shook his hand in return. [color=7ea7d8]”Sunshine,”[/color] she responded. [color=7ea7d8]”My actual name’s Sable, but the nickname seems to get used more, so. Anyway, what’s your reasons for wanting to get wasted?”[/color]

He clasped her hand carefully, his much larger around the small feminine.  The girl made him feel like he wasn’t such a dork.  [color=98AC90]“Sable, interesting.  Sable is a dark color - black.  Sometimes used to describe something gloomy.  The nickname is much more fitting I think.”[/color]  He released her hand and glanced out at the room.  He gestured toward all of the people and noise.  [color=98AC90]“This is more than I am used to.  A lot to take in.  I don’t normally drink, if you couldn’t tell but I think the occasion calls for it.”[/color]

[color=7ea7d8]”That’s fair,”[/color] she replied simply. [color=7ea7d8]”I thought I could use the party as a way to meet people. I haven’t been doing that great of a job, but at least I could help you find something to drink.”[/color] Taking a moment to look his costume over, the name of whatever character he was dressed as didn’t come to mind immediately. His choice of wardrobe pulled at some distant memory in the back of her mind - a movie she was pretty sure she had seen when she was little. [color=7ea7d8]”What - or who - are you dressed as?”[/color] she asked. [color=7ea7d8]”I feel like I should know, but… I don’t.”[/color] 

[color=98AC90]“This sort of party is difficult to meet people at.  A lot of noise and a lot of drugs.”[/color]  He shrugged and sipped his drink again.  He glanced down at his costume and the lopsided grin appeared again - this one a bit sheepish.  [color=98AC90]“Milo Thatch, from Atlantis.  I do believe you are doing a fantastic job of the classic Dorothy from the Wizard of Oz, yes?”[/color]  He crossed one of his arms over his chest to grasp his upper arm while the other hand held his drink.  The hand which held the drink pointed his forefinger toward her costume.

[color=7ea7d8]”Oh, thanks!”[/color] she exclaimed. [color=7ea7d8]”Kinda figured it was a safe choice. Not too slutty, ya know?”[/color]

[color=98AC90]“Nothing wrong with being slutty either,”[/color] he offered.  How strange he was having yet another conversation about the appropriate level of clothing for the genders.  [color=98AC90]“The way I see it, slutty is the state of the onlookers mind.”[/color]  He shrugged and gulped down his drink.  [color=98AC90]“But this isn’t the kind of party to have political or philosophical conversations at.”[/color]  He chuckled.

[color=7ea7d8]”Seems fair,”[/color] Sunshine said thoughtfully. [color=7ea7d8]”I’m just glad I could find you something likeable enough to drink.”[/color]

[color=98AC90]“Yeah, thank you.  If you wouldn’t mind… I’d love to take a shot with you.”[/color]  He knocked back the last of his drink before collecting a bottle of clear tequila and a pair of plastic shot glasses.  He filled the glasses and offered one to Sunshine.  [color=98AC90]“To new friendships,”[/color] he said as he raised his own glass.

[color=7ea7d8]”Of course,”[/color] Sunshine said with a smile, taking the second shot glass from him. [color=7ea7d8]”And to all Palm Beach has to offer.”[/color]  He clicked his glass with hers and they knocked them back before Guy offered to enter his number into her phone.  He was also kind enough to take a selfie to add to the contact, in case she forgot who he was by tomorrow.

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