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[color=steelblue]”I think you and I are going to have a grand time tonight.”[/color]

The corners of Tyler Jane’s plump lips turned up into a gentle smile as she gazed at the enchanting boy who took a step closer to her, something magnetic about him that she couldn’t place a finger on. Although his intentions were made clear by his words, it was the way in which he was admiring her that said it all without needing to explain. The alcohol in her system was making her much more susceptible to his charms, but she was positive that even if she were stone cold sober she would have felt the same way. 

And then like a mid-day storm, an clearly annoyed and gloomy dark haired girl appeared out of nowhere and rained on the two’s parade, beginning to berate the boy- now with a name, [i]Nicholas[/i] - for god knows what. Her tone indicated clear disgust and disdain and the dancer recognized quickly that the two were not merely just friends, but related, noting the identical arch in their brows and features reminiscent of each other. 

[color=93E9BE]”You’re [i]really[/i] going to stand there and act like you aren’t flirting with your Tramp of Choice?”[/color]

Well wasn’t she [i]lovely[/i]. A ray of sunshine, no doubt. 

[color=93E9BE]”You [i]always[/i] do this, Nick. You find some red head, flip on the charm switch, become a complete ass and settle for someone completely beneath you. It astoundingly perplexes me [i]every[/i] time.”[/color]

Heat pricked the redhead’s cheeks, not expecting such choice words to come out of the girl- Billie’s- mouth. Hell, she didn’t even know her and she already didn’t like her! She was never one to shy away from conflict and the last thing she wanted to do was let this ruin a perfectly good opportunity, so Tyler Jane raised an eyebrow and took a sip of her drink before letting her fiery nature emerge in delicate and understated fashion.

[color=FFA54D]“I hate to interrupt this game of Family Feud, I truly do, but - Billie Jean, was it? It seems to me like your brother is old enough to make his own decisions, and if this is how he wants to spend his evening, it should be none of your concern. Besides, don’t you have better things to do?”[/color] The redhead replied, more bluntly than even she was expecting, the alcohol in her system dialing up the sass meter. 

[color=FFA54D]“I mean, we’re at a party and yet the only thing that seems to be consuming you is who your brother decides to take interest in… a little bit sad if you ask me.”[/color]