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Slow deep inhale… … … and a gentle controlled exhale as Bruna let the inconspicuous vape pen fall from her lips. A mellow and subtle buzz spread throughout her head as the marijuana went to work to keep her mind relaxed on an otherwise emotionally exciting night. There were a hell of a lot of people she was seeing for the first time since high school, and there were a fair few of those faces that belonged to people she was far less than friends with. It was the price Bruna paid while riding with the posse that was The Fearsome Foursome, and a price that she probably made skyrocket with her constant bullying of a few notable King’s Academy members. 

[color=0076a3][i]“What’s done is done.”[/i][/color] she sighed, letting out a long-winded exhale of fruity vapour once more before tossing the pen into her purse. 

There were of course plenty of people Bruna was quite excited to see again as well. People that she had been genuine friends with, and others that were closer to a business relationship but that still served as good company. For the latter, Benji and Vann were the first to come into mind with a honourable mention to Max.

And the former?

The former were mostly made up of the Fearsome Foursome themselves. Kristen, Jasper and Margeaux. The lovely ladies that Bruna had spent all of her free time with, and that she had frequently gotten into way too much trouble with. Not to mention the pre-gaming before just about every school dance, much to the displeasure of the faculty when they discovered none other than drunk Bruna herself had punched a freshman for hitting on Marg. 

Countless other entertaining stories of the group’s infamy filled her brain before a knocking at the door broke her mild trance and focused her attention once more. And there was only one person apart from Kristen who knew her room number at this point, and that was the Lost Cross himself. Almost undoubtedly here for the pre-arranged goodie bags that Bruna had brought all the way from Miami at his request. It was honestly the least she could do for the man that was partially responsible for how quickly the Di Francesco product gained traction in the nightclub game. She opened the door with a smile and motioned with her head for him to come in, the faint fruity smell of strawberry vape hanging in the air. From under the bed, she pulled out a small, airtight Pelican hard case--a measure she implemented to further mask the scent of drugs from canine-searches-- and unclasped the latches. From inside, she pulled out a large ziploc bag containing Benji’s preferred assortment of party drugs, each divided into their respective baggies and bottles.

With a lazy smile, she handed over the contents of the box and guided the dealer back outside of her room, before sending him off with one last comment and a wink following it.

[indent][color=0076a3][i]“Don’t let this get me in trouble. I’ll deny everything if you get caught. Have fun~”[/i][/color][/indent]

A few moments after he had left, Bruna also began to make her way towards the party. Tonight she donned a [url=https://i.imgur.com/YC5lwkW.jpg]little black dress that[/url] left her back open for all to see, paired with a black net veil for the added mystery and sparkly black open-toe heels to show off her most recent pedicure. Much like Jasper, Bruna loved to dress in black. She loved the way it looked on her and it was an extremely versatile colour that worked for just about every event. It also gave her an excuse to go a little heavier on the eye-shadow to complete the “if looks could kill” motif she was going for.

As she arrived at the party, her first stop was the bar where she saw that Max was already conversing with someone she didn’t immediately recognize. With a shrug, she took a spot not too far down the bar from him, but far enough to not interrupt any conversation they may have been having. With her signature lazy smile, she waved the bartender over.

[indent][color=0076a3][i]“An old-fashioned on the rocks please love, if you would be so kind.”[/i][/color][/indent]

Her eyes scanned across the party like a hawk, waiting for her ladies to show their faces.
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