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There was a certain air of familiarity for Miki when she stepped into Christian's house with Jackson's arm hooked with hers. The party crowd that she had known for the longest time, the subjects that she had come to both adore and control all around her. It was both emboldening her, taking her back to a time when Liberty was no longer closed down and she could be her truest self with them.

But as she went through the maze of intoxicated teens, their hollars already giving her a headache, she felt something else pull her. The facade she put up for everyone about how she had to be this perfect ruler with the iron fist was, in some way, being reduced to Jackson's anchor. Not that she thought that was less than anything else, but at a party, where she had to be present as the queen more than anything else, she felt like her mind was playing a game of tug of war. 

Even as she and Jackson found a spot where beer was aplenty and company was pleasant, she still felt the inward struggle pull her. Staying by Jackson's side was something she knew she had to, less she feels like she was abandoning him, but she was the queen of liberty. Even if most of them didn't like her, they had to know she was around. But doing the latter meant abandoning Jackson, or at least pulling him into the chaos.

And she couldn't do that to him.

[color=hotpink][i]What do I do?[/i][/color]

She hated this. Miki Park never doubted herself, yet here she was doing just that.

Maybe they can start with a beer and see where that takes them.

So she handed him a beer and got one for herself. [color=hotpink]"Here. This will help us relax!"[/color] She didn't know if that was true, but at this point, she was willing to try anything. Maybe if she had some liquid courage, she may find hers yet.[/indent][/indent][/indent][/color]