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[img]https://66.media.tumblr.com/2ea5f8d11b159a514f5fa2cc56aa9d81/tumblr_inline_p4hv8d9rp81qlt39u_400.gifv[/img][hr][/center][color=darkgray]Oof. This was off to one of the worst starts in recent memory. The sheer bringing up of her former adderall habit had struck a nerve with her, and it was very evident that she wanted nothing to do with it. Of course, she did bring it upon herself as she very well could've just kept her mouth shut. But nope, she had decided it was worth the time and effort to be petty about it instead. All she had to do was to just follow the damn train, and go along with Willow and Tara. Instead, all she received in return of her being petty was some shots taken at her. Amanda, the organizer of this whole thing, wasn't entirely too happy with this whole thing. But with how [i]comfy[/i] she was with Grayson, she had the feeling she was more on his side anyway.

However, she also felt that Grayson's apology was about as genuine as Kim Kardashian's ass. Something about it just felt ingenuous, like he just wanted to get it out of the way not because he genuinely felt bad, but because he wanted to absolve himself of the guilt and pain. Getting it out of the way so that he could enjoy himself thinking those girls would forgive him and let things go. Honestly? She couldn't have given any less of a fuck about what she reminded him of. Not while he reminded her of things that hit a little closer to home. At least he was out and away. Allison sneered briefly, before putting the cup back onto her lips and taking a large sip of her mojito. She couldn't believe the audacity of that man. To think he could just walk up and apologize. It didn't work like that. At least, not anymore. 

It was very disheartening to hear that she was still known as that girl who popped adderalls like they were skittles. Just forget the fact that she made it all the way past medical school and that she was known as [i]Doctor[/i] Bentley Song. No. Apparently, she was still that tweaker who just so happened to graduate second in her class. Allison never realized how much contempt she had for certain people until just now. Maybe it was all the years diluting her feelings, or maybe it was her zealot-like focus on her schoolwork, but she was suddenly starting to remember why she didn't really associate with many of these people. Maybe it was Tessa, Amanda, and Grayson's comments bothering her more than they really should've. She was here now. Allison wasn't going to waste hundreds of dollars and let a weekend be ruined a crummy moment. Tara and Willow were here. At least they could [i]potentially[/i] salvage the event.

It wasn't going so hot for Allison so far. 

Looking around for any more figures, Allison took another giant sip of her mojito, the ice touching her lips as more of the liquid escaped from her cup. More liquid courage for Allison. Putting the cup down, she turned toward Willow. At least Willow and Tara hadn't decided to dunk on her just yet, which was nice. The mysterious disappearance of Willow's social media was something she had just remembered. Out of the blue, out of nowhere, Willow's social media suddenly stopped existing. She was wondering how her and her husband were doing at this point, and the lack of a ring on her finger was rather odd. However, there was the off chance they were just one of those couples who decided to do things differently. Now was as good of a time as any to ask, right?[/color]

[color=pink]"So, Willow... how are things with you and your husband?"[/color] [color=darkgray]Allison asked curiously, not aware of the minefield she had just stepped in.[/color]