[color=LightSeaGreen][CENTER][h1][b] Elle Miller [/b][/h1][/CENTER][/color]
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[indent] [b] “Just seemed like you were itching for a game.”[/b]

Elle playfully rolled her eyes in response, although Henry was already distracted by the beers. Whatever he may have meant by that comment wasn’t a concern as the intoxication began to settle in. To mask the level of her buzz, Elle stepped forwards and placed both hands on either side of the pong setup. She casually leaned her weight onto her arms and tilted her head like she was waiting for the beer. Switching to a lighter drink seemed like a good idea. Rad Chad really knew how to spike the punch, in a good way.

Henry’s attention was pulled towards the couch to whom he smiled and waved. Elle followed his gaze, secretly hoping that Titus had not returned, and was happy to see Willow sitting where she once sat. She was glad that the other wallflower of the town came out. In fact, she hadn’t seen Willow since Friday evening. Elle was replaying her final words to Willow that evening as she gave her friend a smile as a hello. Either Willow hadn’t searched for any reason behind the golem or she didn’t find anything pressing to tell them sooner. Hell, maybe her parents didn’t let her out of their sight until things cooled off.

Some of the football team nearby began to howl like wolves on a full moon and Elle’s attention returned to her opponent on the other side of the table. One of Elle’s eyebrows rose as she beheld Henry’s massive arm curled to show off the muscle under his scales. The beer was now rolling down his forearm. Elle pulled away from the table as she realized that he was about to bump the beer to her like a volleyball. She took a step back and held her hands in front of her. In one all too fast move the beer was flying towards her. This had to be the most impressive beer toss that Leesburgh High had seen in years.

The beer flew higher than Elle expected. In response she took another step back, hoping no one was too close behind her, and successfully caught the can at chest level. As she uprighted the can she began to shake her head at Henry’s second shotgun of the game, her finger tapping the lid to calm the beer before she cracked it open. [color=LightSeaGreen] “You’re impossible to keep up with,”[/color] she said the moment Henry discovered the ball squashed beneath his foot. She laughed quietly to herself. [color=LightSeaGreen] “Y’know, I think Chad goes through more pong balls than the entire state alone.”[/color] She quipped with a grin in Chad’s direction. She had to admit that she was pretty funny when she was drinking. Plus, this game was [i]fun[/i]. She could feel herself relaxing with each moment. It was the atmosphere or the alcohol to thank for that. The uncomfortable moment with Titus earlier was no longer in mind.

Henry’s next shot tanked. Instead of laughing with him, Elle raised her beer into the air as he lifted his next to his lips. [color=LightSeaGreen] “Hell, I’ll drink on that one too.”[/color] Her tone was empathetic as she took a long swig. She leaned forwards to pick up the ball, only then smiling at Henry as she posed for her next shot by leaning on the balls of her feet to get more air over the table. [color=LightSeaGreen] “It’s up to you if we count that one, buut,”[/color] she started to say, extending the end of that last word as she tossed the ball towards the cups, [color=LightSeaGreen] “You do have to count this one.”[/color] Elle watched the ball fly towards the cups, and rested back on her heels as it sank right into the cup next to the one Henry had sunk his own throw into.

Elle grinned and looked up at Henry for his reaction. She exuded complete confidence in that moment, as if she’d known it would sink before she’d thrown it. Yet to those closest to the table, Elle’s eyes shined with the excitement of actually making the cup. 

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