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[sub][b][color=eac55d]Location[/color][/b]   [color=salmon]•[/color] Bonfire Party — VIP Lounge/Bar      [b][color=eac55d]Interactions[/color][/b]   •   Jade [@NeoAJ]; Bartender [@Hero][/sub]   
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[indent][indent]As she had slowly sipped the pina colada that was watered down on a coaster in front of her just as fast, Andrea seemed to be deep in her own thoughts. If someone had approached her, she wouldn’t have heard them. Truth be told, the more she thought about this island and the parties that may or may not be had, the more she couldn’t stop her mind from wandering to her mother. At the time, sure it was a triumphant moment to tell her off and get in the last word, but when she was alone and actually had time to reflect, she felt horrible about how she treated her. Even though she knew her mother came from the right place, the two of them being nearly the exact same meant that they were prone to verbal arguments that put Presidential debates to shame.

And now she was alone, barely even focused on the fun she could be having with all the cute boys and girls who tried to approach her. At least five seemed to try and get her attention, but Drea wasn’t having any of it. Usually, she would literally be on top of them in some fashion. Maybe her mind wasn’t in it or maybe she did make the mistake of not reconciling with her mother before boarding her plane. It wouldn’t have taken long to apologize, but again, Andrea was Viola Banks’ daughter through and through. Too stubborn to apologize and too proud to admit when she was wrong. Always had to be right.

[color=eac55d]“Sometimes I hate being a Banks.”[/color] Drea murmured to herself, downing whatever remained in her cup and snapped her fingers for another.

As the refill came, she was out of her own head and it was just in time because she had turned around to see Jade just a few paces away from her. She turned her frown upside down if not to save face. She didn’t if time could slow down, but seeing her waltz in that dress sure made whatever sour mood she had been in turn surprisingly sweet.

[color=eac55d]“No, they’re not taken at all.”[/color] She sweetly smiled at Jade, gesturing towards the seat to her left. [color=eac55d]“A Crown Whiskey. Neat.”[/color] Andrea said to the bartender, taking full control of the situation as only she could when she flipped that particular switch on. [color=eac55d]"So, I didn't see you stroll in with Dax and Zay. SEems like I wasn't the only one who decided to come solo."[/color] [/indent][/indent]
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