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[indent][indent][indent][indent][indent]Sonny didn’t know what got into him, but the moment he saw Rye and Mari in each other’s arms, it brought back something he thought he left behind him. Suddenly he was feeling like his old self. That old self that flaunted Nadia in Marisol’s face, the old self who enjoyed bringing up the whole Victoire incident, and, yes, even the old self who made light of her loving confessions.  He never fashioned himself as the jealous type (not anymore at least), but something triggered in his mind to where he started to retreat back into old, familiar habits. 

For the moment, he pushed those thoughts out, refocusing on where he was being dragged to. He should have figured Julie was tired. He also should have figured that asking her to dance with him to a song that clearly wasn’t meant for friends was too much. In a different life, maybe. But instead, they were by the towering fountain of punch. 

As Julie poured him some punch into a red solo cup, the second his lips touched the rim and took a sip, he immediately tasted a stark difference to it before. [color=ff8c00]“Yep. That’s spiked all right.”[/color] Sonny let a chuckle leave his mouth naturally and took another sip. He wasn’t a lightweight and he actually liked the way it tasted. He didn’t know what brand of alcohol it was, but given how he was feeling, this was bound to help him forget about it.

Turning around, Sonny half-leaned against the table. He made sure not to put too much pressure on it so he didn’t force the table to collapse. His eyes scanned the area. Part of him was searching for Mari and Rye but the rest of him just wanted to see who was all around. It was nice seeing some people who would otherwise be at each other’s throats get along for once. Of course, he centered on Santiago and Stella. It brought a smile to his face when he remembered she said they were getting along. Not that he ever doubted they would eventually move past their beef, but he knew how Stella acted. So that made him happy.

Sonny turned his gaze on Julie. [color=ff8c00]“I hope you’re having fun. My pain in the ass mother would kill me if you weren’t.”[/color] He wanted to laugh but the scary part about knowing his mother inside and out was how likely it was she’d do that. He smiled again, knowing all she wanted for him was to be happy. 

A moment after returning his gaze in front of him, Sonny felt a gust of wind pass him. It was like time slowed down for the two boys to lock eyes with each other and Sonny’s gaze followed Rye. Despite his friend slipping into the crowd, Sonny refocused and locked on Rye’s form as he came to a stop by the DJ’s booth. [color=ff8c00]“What is he up to?”[/color] Sonny murmured, holding his solo cup with anticipation. Rye had his undivided attention and he couldn’t say if that was a good thing or not and seeing Mari cheering him on was [i]never[/i] a good thing. They were up to something. Sonny knew it deep in his gut. Whatever those two had in mind spelled bad news for whomever their target was.
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