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[indent][indent] After dropping off her gifts to the snack and drink tables, Mia hovered around for a bit, not quite knowing what to do. People were chatting and laughing, having fun and partying. Everyone obviously knew each other, whereas Mia could only make out vaguely familiar faces. It wasn't exactly uncommon for Mia to feel out of place in a crowd, but it rarely bothered her to this extent. Bold as she was, it was kind of unusual for the girl to still be standing alone. Mia told herself it was just because all the passing conversations were too bland to note.

In the end, Mia settled on getting a mugful of punch - the alcohol percentage remained unknown to her - and leaving the comfort of the drink tables to socialize. The brunette took a generous sip of her drink, delightfully surprised to find out it was actually rather good. Whoever had mixed the punch had done their job well, Mia thought. She didn't like things that were overly sweet, and this drink had a nice balance to it.
Looking around, there was plenty to do. If she so wished, Mia could go and have fun playing beer pong. That would be an easy way to get familiar with people. Alcohol and games usually brought everyone closer faster than they would with everyone sober. Mia didn't particularly feel like getting hammered tonight, though. She was in a place she didn't know with no friends or a car, so getting too lost in the party mood could end badly. It wasn't as if she was much of a drinker anyway, more just one of those people who enjoyed getting a light buzz going. She'd done her fair share of reckless drinking when she was 15.

Mia decided to look for a place to sit. She began walking around, navigating her way through groups of teenagers that were in varying states of intoxication. After a few minutes of searching (most of the seat-like places were occupied already) Mia noticed a few logs that were free. Well, [i]almost[/i] free. As she neared the logs, Mia noticed there was a person lying on one of them. He had a joint that was slowly burning away, and he seemed way too focused on the sky above them to acknowledge Mia's.
[b][color=#50CCAE]"Is this log taken?"[/color][/b] the brunette asked, partly just to break the ice and to make her presence known. Rounding the free log and sitting on it, Mia didn't wait for the boy's answer.
[b][color=#50CCAE]"It's funny, I always thought teenagers only had parties like this in American movies,"[/color][/b] she chuckled while glancing in the party's general direction. Mia felt just a tad self-conscious of her stiff accent that set her clearly apart from the others. Talking after listening to others talk just made the difference that much starker, at least to her own ear. [b][color=#50CCAE]"It's cool, though. I like feeling like I'm in a movie."[/color][/b]

Mia glanced at the person lying on the log next to hers. He was staring at the sky, steadily ignoring Mia's presence. Or at least Mia interpreted it that way.
[color=#50CCAE][i]Okay...[/i][/color]
There was a brief silence where Mia just took a sip of her drink. Sure, she was a little weirded out by the flat out rude reception (or should she say, lack of reception), but maybe this boy wished to be left alone.
[color=#50CCAE][i]...Now wait a minute.[/i][/color]
It was on her second glance that Mia noticed that something wasn't right. The boy was staring at the sky just a bit too intently, his body was just a bit too tense, and his breaths - while visible - seemed just a bit too short. Mia hadn't noticed before because she hadn't really taken a good look at him, but now it was clear that there was something wrong with him.
[color=#50CCAE][i]Oh shit, maybe he wanted to be left alone if this is like a private moment or something... Should I just go? Maybe I should just go. Yeah, I'm gonna...[/i][/color]

[b][color=#50CCAE]"Is everything okay? You don't look okay,"[/color][/b] Mia asked instead. She scooted closer to the other end of the log, holding a concerned expression. Maybe this was some sort of... anxiety attack or something? Mia had never experienced one herself, at least while sober (Too much alcohol always did some weird things to her mind), so she couldn't be sure. The girl was torn between leaving the blonde guy in peace and trying to help him, as she didn't know which action was more wanted in that moment. Her instincts told her to stay and at least check on him, though. If the guy were to tell her to fuck off though... she would. No problem.

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