[color=LightSeaGreen][CENTER][h1][b] Elle Miller [/b][/h1][/CENTER][/color]
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[indent] Elle caught the last two seconds of Titus MacArthur’s stare as she lowered her cup, and she almost choked as she swallowed the jungle juice. She looked away from the pong table to clear her throat and wipe her mouth with her sleeve. [i]What the hell was that about?[/i] She adjusted herself on the leather couch, looking back at the game just in time to see the pong ball smash right into Mateo’s fleshy thigh. Elle held back a laugh but her mouth was twisted in a grin. She quickly covered her mouth with her hand and giggled into it. If Ramos  saw her laughing she’d make his shit-list for sure, but damn it was funny.

The couple next to her were getting up. Elle figured the pong-mess wasn’t setting the mood for them. Good riddance. She was just recovering from the fit of giggles when she noticed that Titus was headed her way once more. She cleared her throat again and took a sip of jungle juice before he spoke her name. Elle looked up at him, the party lights blocked out by his figure, and she was at a loss for words for a half second because she felt extremely small again. She blinked. [i]Fuck, Elle, don’t let him know that you feel that way. Say something.[/i]

[color=LightSeaGreen] “Yeah, go ahead and get comfy.”[/color] She said as she leaned back against the couch once more. [color=LightSeaGreen] “This couch could fit half of the town on it.”[/color] She gave him a polite smile and returned to party-watching like she was before. She caught Henry’s eyes and realized he’d been watching the whole time. While she [i]dared[/i] Titus to try and be an asshole to her, it felt comforting to have someone nearby she knew well. Plus, Henry was the perfect 1v1 opponent to Titus. Not that she was worried about it, or wanted them to tussle after fighting a golem together.

Titus took his spot next to her. While he was a respectful distance away, the depression his weight created in the couch made her think that she’d have fallen right into him if he’d sat any closer. She felt herself leaning as he got comfortable, but she casually saved herself by resting her hand next to her as support. Of all the Chad parties Elle had been to, she’d never found herself in close proximity to Titus as she was now.

She was thinking of talking to him about the golem, but she noticed that no one was taking Henry’s challenge. Elle grinned and began to get up from the couch. She looked over at Titus as she stood. She was just a bit taller than his eye level now. It felt good to look at him and not feel like a shrimp. [color=LightSeaGreen] “I’m gonna take on Henry’s challenge,”[/color] she said to politely excuse herself and avoid making it look like she was getting up because of him. [color=LightSeaGreen] “It was cool that you helped him with the rocky horror show, though.”[/color]

That said, Elle turned and walked to the empty side of the pong table. She picked a pong out of the cup of water and shook off the excess moisture beside her. Across the table, she looked up to meet Henry’s eyes. Something about his height wasn’t as intimidating as Titus’s, which was odd considering he was two feet taller than MacArthur. That had to be because he was Helen’s cousin.

[color=LightSeaGreen] “Miss a cup, you take a sip.”[/color] She had to half-shout over the music. She took a step back, raised the ball, and flicked it over the table. It bounced off the edge of a cup and onto the ground. Elle shrugged and grinned before taking a sip of her juice. [color=LightSeaGreen] “Let’s see what you’ve got, Olin.”[/color]

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