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With the princess safely escorted to “the ball” and the clutches of the dragon expertly dodged, Cassian was left to his own devices. Which unsurprisingly didn’t amount to much, he had watched Junie interact with the group gathered near one of the tables and his face was a picture of his amusement as they all reacted to her different. Especially Jasper, who usually wasn’t one for subtlety was keeping a rather straight face, and reinforced the hold on her acerbic tendencies with the sweet blue agave nectar after watching her brother get dragged away by Junie. 

[right][i][color=00000D] Godspeed Junebug, throw it back like it’s your last night alive, because it very well might be.[/color][/i][/right]

Cassian had no need to watch people he knew (and mildly liked) turn themselves into bumbling idiots by guzzling down bottles and bottles of hard liquor. Thus he ducked into the crowd and found a new spot to people watch, though this time his eyes were glued to the entrance, [s]namely waiting for Blake (or Lola), so he could bitch at him [i]if[/i] he decided to show his stupid face.[/s] But that only lasted so long, group after group entered and the blond bombshell had yet to stumble in with her in-term-booty-call in tow, and so his attention turned to [i]the[/i] triplets. Two of which were good friends of his, albeit not without a healthy dose of tension in the beginning, especially with Bastien. That though put another smile on his face, though it was probably closer to a smirk, maybe Cassian would spend his time bothering Bas and flirting with their little princess, the idea seemed more appealing as he watched them break up.

For whatever reason, he let his eyes travel to the last, and perhaps the least of the trio. Theodore wasn’t an enemy by any means… [i]not yet at least[/i], but there was an odd tension between them that Cass wasn’t exactly interested in exploring. Despite his frequency in befriending opponents, he wasn’t someone who [i]sought[/i] out problems, rather they found him. Especially in this moment, as he followed Theo’s longing gaze, again, through whatever force compelled him to (boredom?), and found his jaw tightening and legs surging into motion as his eyes landed on perhaps the only person in the room he currently [i]craved[/i] to be around.

Even with Theo’s cowardly retreat, the beer pong tables were beacons for partygoers, and obviously challenges set up to test his patience (and jealous possessiveness). Cassian had expertly weaved through the crowd, no longer interested in Blake, nor Bas, nor Madeline, but solely crashing in on the beer pong game that was kicking off.

Or rather, the cute girl crashing into his chest, chasing after the wrong kind of balls.

Cassian was reacting before his mind was able to process, easily slipping an arm around Mackenna to save her from falling on her ass, his hot-rich-boy-smirk™ softened with amusement on his face as he looked down at her.

[color=00000D]“Party is just starting and you’re already running into my arms, Mackenna?”[/color]