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[img]https://66.media.tumblr.com/2ea5f8d11b159a514f5fa2cc56aa9d81/tumblr_inline_p4hv8d9rp81qlt39u_400.gifv[/img][hr][/center][color=darkgray]Seeing the rather minty and bubbly drink placed on the counter, Allison flashed a quick smile to the bartender, thanking him for his services. Allison was eyeing the tip jar and was about to stuff a five in there, before she saw something out of the corner of her eye. Blinking twice, Allison turned her head to see just who could be waving at her. The face struck something inside her no doubt. She knew that voice almost immediately, and the identification came just a short bit later. Her blue eyes locked onto a rather familiar face, and Allison remembered that face almost immediately. It was none other than Willow Nicholson. One of the only people in the world who had the audacity to make Dr. Allison Bentley-Song their bridesmaid, let alone invite them to their wedding. 

Willow was still quite the risk-taker, based on that really, really nice blue outfit she had going on. God, she was so fond of this girl. She loved being her bridesmaid. Allison honestly wondered how her and her husband were doing right now, she didn't really have the chance to keep up with her friend since then. Hopefully, things were well. Her face turned into a smile as soon as everything registered. But, just before Allison could go over and greet Willow, a green figure also appeared in her peripheral vision. Turning her head slightly, Allison knew just who exactly that was. It was just as hard to not know who that person was, considering her connection to her family as well. No, it wasn't like they hooked up or anything. Tara Kathleen O'Leary was one of the only few people to meet her mother, and still maintain contact with her today. She had the privilege of being her mother's physical therapist, helping her recuperate from injuries whenever they happened (and they happened [i]a lot[/i].)

But damn, did she look good.[/color]

[color=pink]"Guys, oh my god! You guys look great! It's so good to see you all again!"[/color] [color=darkgray]Being pulled into a hug with Willow and Tara, Allison had a smile so cheesy that the stomachs of the lactose intolerant were starting to churn. At least the first faces she interacted with were faces that she was actually fond of. Not like she had to interact with someone like Grayson. That guy had inflicted some of the worst wounds that Allison had ever experienced in her life, and it was only just a couple of sentences that poor excuse of a man had said to hurt Allison. Insinuating that she was dependent on adderall was one of the worst insults that Allison had ever encountered. The Doctor didn't pour in nights of hard work and tears just to be condensed into something like that. Absolutely not. She was smarter than that, and for Grayson to insinuate something like that was insulting. 

But perhaps, Allison thought too soon. The hairs on the back of her neck stood up as soon as she heard that voice. [i]That voice.[/i]The voice she despised with intense fervor. Glancing downward, she glanced at her cup as Grayson started to speak. She couldn't have given any less of a fuck about this man right now. The words were going in through one ear, and flying straight out of the other. On one hand, this was over ten year ago, but on the other, everything she'd done since then was in spite of this comment. In a sick, twisted way, Grayson had only fueled Allison's desire even more. However, she still couldn't bring herself to express anything but disdain for this man. The words still stung, despite how long ago they were uttered.

Willow did have a point though. It was ten years ago. It was unhealthy to hold onto something like that for so long. Allison knew she was better than that. But, it didn't mean that she was obligated to give him the light of day. Allison didn't feel such a man deserved such a privilege. This wasn't high school anymore. Allison was under no obligation to give Grayson anything anymore. Apparently, Tara had the same idea as well, which was reassuring and validated her choice. Putting her cup up to her lips, she took a long sip of her mojito, mulling over her response once Tara finished speaking.[/color]

[color=pink]"No sunshine here either."[/color] [color=darkgray]Allison added, raising an eyebrow,[/color] [color=pink]"Though, I suppose that doesn't mean much coming from an [i]adderall addict[/i], yeah?"[/color]

[color=darkgray]So much for being the bigger, better person.[/color]