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As Hunter shuffled his body around the crowded areas of the party, Alina not far behind him it seemed, he couldn’t stop himself from flashing a smirk back at her. Something about the way her round face filled in nicely with the head of hair that was nowhere even close to being what he was used to just...made him feel like he could be himself again.

Which wasn’t to say he couldn’t when he was with Niki. Wade wasn’t Hunter and Hunter wasn’t Wade. But at least in this environment, she didn’t seem to be getting all up in his grill for being named Hunter.

[color=sienna][i]Oh, God. Did you really just think that?[/i][/color]

Note to self: keep self from thinking about Niki if at all possible.

Hunter needed booze. And not the kind that came in cheap, glass bottles. No, what he needed was something more in the lane of bitter and burning aftertaste. He needed friends who were dons and captains, who had Jack in their name and a nasty temper.

Smiling, he surveyed the immediate area for a moment, which prompted him to stop in front of the shorter Alina. Maybe that would cause her to bump into him, but it would only be momentary as he expelled out an approving noise.

Whether it was his excitement for stronger alcohol or what, he latched onto Alina’s hand, pulling her in a guided tug, almost running to the free table, bulldozing past those unsuspecting partiers. In this act alone, Hunter would prove two things: his spot on the football team was well-earned and that he desperately wanted to forget anything about this night.

And maybe a third thing was he wanted to make a really stupid decision with this girl he barely met.

Stopping in front of the table, Hunter’s brown eyes widened at the possibilities and he turned to Alina.[color=sienna] “So, what’s your poison? We got Julio, we got Morgan, we’ve got Daniels, and we’ve even got some of their bastard children, abandoned  in red solo cups!”[/color] Hunter eyed those cups with cautious optimism, though his current mindset was centered around four letters: Yolo. [color=sienna]“I mean, you did say you wanted more than just craft beer, didn’t you?”[/color] He asked, nudging her shoulder in an almost playful, teasing-like motion.”

Yeah, he really just did that, didn’t he? 

Fuck it! Yolo exists for a reason![/indent][/indent][/color]