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[indent]This was all getting rather ridiculous. At first, Trixie didn't want to interfere. She [i]literally[/i] just got here but after watching the next five minutes of utter stupidity transpire, her patience was running [i]thin[/i]. Having handed her untouched cup of punch to some random kid, while two boys joined the drinking table, she found herself [i]thinking[/i]. Thinking of a way to defuse the situation without ruining the fun. Miki was one of her closest friends, and by proximity, Jackson too. However, she wasn't one to pick sides. [i]Especially[/i] if neither side could be deduced as the winning side. It doesn't matter if you were her friend or not, if you're wrong, you're wrong. 

Right now, both queens were wrong. She wasn't going to assume who started the fight, who poured fuel to the fire, and who was innocent. From what she gathered by watching things play out, they were all guilty. The two factions were both childish, but if this was painted into a narrative, the story would be that the Queen of Thorns and her Knight jumped the Queen of Hearts and her rabbit. Or using less imagery and throwing in buzzwords: Merge Shakes Up at Student Party. Rosefell's Head Cheerleader and Linebacker Get Violent, double teaming two Liberty Students.

Nudging the boy next to her out of her way so she can retrieve something, she briefly turned to him realizing it was Caspian and shouted over the crowd and music, [color=15603A]“Sorry, Caspian!”[/color] Before she could scurry off, Miki kicked this nerd in the balls and was ready to throw hands, which was something new for her friend. 

Time seemed to slow down when a... development happened. 

This development went by [i]Theodore Van Cise[/i]. 

Raising an eyebrow, Trixie followed him with her eyes as he seemingly tamed the beast in front of a crowd of hundreds. She sidestepped her way closer while he was distracted by talking, gaining respect points with the audience and his counterpart. After Theo dispersed the raging beast inside of Dee, the charismatic man turned his attention to Jackson and gave [i]choice[/i] words. 

[i]Hm.[/i]

When he walked away, Theo went close to her by the drinking table. As he approached, she chose to keep eye contact. With her feet rooted to the ground, she took a moment to check her nails when he poured a couple of drinks. The moment she looked back, he gave her a smug smile and a wink. Awe, intrigue, and suspicion transformed on her face.

Once Theo finally left and DeShawn looked absolutely defeated, an idea sparked in her mind. Theo influenced the results by making a move internally. Looking up, she surveyed the growing crowd around them and grinned. A light bulb blinked over her head. Not wasting anymore time, she walked a few distance away from the drinking area and called her brother, the one at the party DJ'ing. 

[color=156060]"What?"[/color] 

[color=15603A]"I need an air horn or a megaphone."[/color] 

[color=156060]"... where are you?"[/color]

[color=15603A]"By the drinks."[/color] 

[i]Click.[/i] Without any questions, Noah hung up. 

Seconds later, Noah was walking in the crowd, letting the DJ table just shuffle through a playlist, it wasn't like these drunk kids cared what he played, and blew an air horn. After breaking the crowd like Moses did with the Red Sea, he caught sight of his sister and gave her a megaphone. [color=156060]"Why not both?"[/color] After blasting the air horn once more but in consecutive beeps, he grabbed a fold up chair and kicked it towards Trixie. Once he felt accomplished, he went to a stoner circle and let his sister do her thing. He was on a 15. 

Smiling at Noah's surprising efficiency, she walked in between the two factions and jumped on the chair so the audience could, well, see her. [color=15603A]"How's everyone doing tonight?!"[/color] As expected, the drunks were quick to roar. [color=15603A]"I CAN'T HEAR YOU!"[/color] The screams got louder. [color=15603A]"That's more like it!"[/color] 

Knowing how short their attention spans were, she went straight to it. Her proposition. Using her nights of watching American Wrestling Entertainment to impact her speech, she was ready to bring the [i]heat[/i], [color=15603A]"There is [b]clearly[/b] fire in these ladies' eyes!"[/color] Trixie gestured toward the two queens, hyping up the people. [color=15603A]"There is [b]clear[/b] blood on these men's faces!"[/color] She pointed to Dee, Jackson, and kid-she-didn't-know (Jax). [color=15603A]"We know [b]exactly[/b] who they are and they're [b][i]extremely[/i][/b] entertaining! I'm surprised you all don't have your phones out. Kudos to you three in the front, I'm sure those videos will go [b][i]viral[/i][/b]."[/color] 

Intentionally, Trixie mentioned the lens that always watched everyone and anyone. Gossip was a bitch and she lived for it. If any of these individuals fighting cared about their reputation, they would think wisely their next moves because the pressure was on and more phones were getting pulled out to record. [color=15603A]"Why don't we see them do [b][i]more[/i][/b] than just fighting? Why don't we see them get their [b]drank ON![/b] This is a [b]party[/b] isn't it?"[/color] 

At this point, Trixie had completely grabbed everyone's attention and they seemed to like the idea of changing this competition into something more civil, yet hilarious to watch. People getting stupid-faced was always fun when you were the bystander. [color=15603A]"Or are the most high all talk and no game? Have they left their balls at home or are they ready to [b][i]play[/i][/b]?"[/color] 

To finish off her speech, she mischievously twinkled, [color=15603A]"To even the teams, I'll join Liberty. If you're going to make bets, bet on this. Three games. Funnel race. Flip cup. Beer pong.  Three players per team, which means more chances to [i][b]win[/b][/i]. The ones with the most victories will be tonight's champions. And the losers?"[/color] Intentionally, she paused, for dramatic effect,  [color=15603A]"WHO WANTS TO SEE US GO SKINNY DIPPING IN THE POOL?!! Oh? You all do? [i][b]Excellent.[/b][/i]"[/color] 

Dropping off the chair, she placed the megaphone on it and looked at the fight club, [color=15603A]"Boys walk off the pain because we have games to play. Or... are you going to disappoint [i][b]your[/b][/i] people?"[/color] Her eyes went from Miki than to Melissa. 

Slipping back into the crowd, Noah decided to support his sister by starting a chant, and together the crowd of people high on life and him cried out, [color=156060]"Drink! Drink! Drink! Drink!"[/color] 

[color=15603A]"What do you say? Bury this beef for the night and take a shot?"[/color] She finished her move by addressing the culprits that seemed to forget this wasn't their party to ruin. 

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At home, Marcos Kingsley found himself watching an Instagram live video. Whoever was holding the camera couldn't keep still but he was getting a decent read of the party. Looked fun. Not too much drama. At a distance, he saw a familiar redhead with his best friend and they looked... [i]different[/i]. This grabbed the jock's curiosity. He didn't want to assume. Aiden wouldn't lie to him like that, right? Instead of letting his mind wonder, he continued to watch the video and suddenly, the party had his full attention. The camera girl squirmed her way to the front of a large group to show a fight between the ones who floated above it all, like him. The popular kids. And some kid he didn't know, but hey, good for him for trying. 

He subconsciously stood up, rather forcibly, when he saw [i]Trixie[/i]. [color=B02727]"You fuckin' shitting me?”[/color] God, she got him cursing again and she knew he hated cursing. Once he saw Noah get involved, he [i]knew[/i] he needed to get off his ass and get to this goddamn party. 

All he wanted was a night of relaxation but now he had to get his sister out of this stupid predicament. What did he tell her about throwing herself in the middle of things? She will never learn. It was that nosy spirit of hers that got her into trouble. Inserting herself in places where her short ass didn't belong.

Only catching a little of Trixie's speech, Marcos went off this person's story and left the living room. 

Time to get the bike out.   

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lets get this [i]party[/i] started!"[/color] [/b][/center]

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