[color=LightSeaGreen][CENTER][h1][b] Elle Miller [/b][/h1][/CENTER][/color]
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[indent] Elle’s eyes crinkled at the edges as she made her challenge, even though she’d missed the first throw. Her cup was already halfway empty and she could feel the familiar buzz that jungle juice gave her growing. She noticed Titus leaving the couch from the corner of her eye but paid no mind to it. Yet when she heard his bellow from behind her the crinkles around her eyes faded. She kept her eyes on Henry, who was most likely the only one who could tell that Titus’s reaction had irked her. To anyone else watching, she most likely looked focused on the game or a little bored.

Henry picked up the ball, but before he made his first toss he gave her a motion to hold up. Elle merely raised an eyebrow, but let him wander off towards the kitchen. While she waited, she took another sip of her drink. Her mind was still on Titus, wondering how many times he’d been rejected to react so blatantly when she hadn’t been rude at all. Hell, she hadn’t even rejected him yet. She leaned her weight onto one hip and crossed her arms in front of her as she waited for Henry’s return. With only one sweep of the room to see where the giant had stormed off to, which she played off as looking for Henry’s return, she spotted Titus by the windows. A part of her wondered if she should have sat and talked with him a bit, but then she thought, “[i]Fuck that.[/i]” Elle rarely showed interest in anyone, so what was he getting butthurt about? This totally wasn’t an issue with how she’d acted around him. She wouldn’t let him intimidate her because he felt rejected.

It was then that she noticed the church boy and Letitia Greene standing right by her. At his comment, Elle merely gave him an “Uhh, thanks,” before turning her attention back to the table.

 [i]Oookayy.[/i]

Henry soon emerged from the kitchen with a cooler tucked under his arm. The corner of Elle’s lip tugged as she realized that she might actually win her first game of beer pong. He set it down on his side of the table, which confirmed that he wasn’t playing a joke by putting it on her side.  Elle’s humor only grew as she watched him beat his chest like a warrior and proceed to effortlessly shotgun a beer. She raised an eyebrow, already thinking of a witty comment to make because he looked like he was preparing to drink the entire cooler. He pulled out two more, tossing the other to Christian beside her.

[b]”Gotta keep it fair!”[/b] Elle rolled her eyes. It didn’t help that she was a lightweight. He covered his eyes and Elle furrowed her brows as if to dare him to make the shot blind. Then he peeked out between his fingers, which did make Elle grin, before he tossed the pong. It bounced on the table before the cups, and Elle realized with a widening grin that it was headed right towards the center cup. The “bitch cup” is what she’d heard countless times at this party. She let it fall right in. Henry looked excited that he’d made it. Did he know what bitch cup meant?

[color=LightSeaGreen] “Looks like you don’t have to shotgun another, but don’t forget that the bitch cup doesn’t count on the first throw.”[/color] Elle smirked as she reached for the pong and pulled it out, leaving the cup in its place. [color=LightSeaGreen] “Nice toss, though.”[/color] She added just because she felt like he needed the encouragement.

Elle knew no tricks for the game but she figured that she should at least lose in style. She certainly wasn’t going to look clueless in front of all of the people watching now. Better to go out looking confident. So Elle raised her arm up, poised to make the next throw, and lifted her cup to her lips. She began to chug it, and halfway through her second gulp she turned her eyes to the side to see where she was throwing and tossed the ball. It looked like it was going to make it, but Elle didn’t want to watch in case it missed. Instead she turned her eyes back to her drink and finished it. She heard the ball bouncing on the wooden floors as she lowered her cup and gave Henry a shrug. [color=LightSeaGreen] “Toss me one of those too while you’re at it.”[/color] She referred to the beers as she set her empty cup down to the side of the table. Her smile was the only indication that she didn’t care whether she’d made it or not.

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