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[color=808080] [color=#bd1664]“Should we go say hi?”[/color] Andy asked in regards to the next guy that showed up and waved at them. Literally the next guy. With a plate of cookies. 

Trinity took a beat stumped by the gesture to bring his own made food. She always kicked back and let the magic do it. But before she could answer for them or wave Andy on, Evelyn had pleasantries under control. From there it was like rush hour, people coming and going.

Trinity raised her glass to those that acknowledged them and even smiled at the praise Andy received. A hint of pride even took over as Heath praised Andy’s leadership, although it did sound a little farewell-y for her taste. Like they were going to roll over and just let this new person boogey in to be a leader. Trinity threw her head towards Andy when Heath questioned the weather mystery. 

[i]For depressing undertones,[/i] she mentally poured the next set of shots to.

Someone swooped down on drink number three meant for Andy, and she just caught a few of those significant features, the cut, hairstyle, and jawline, to not aggressively barge back into the thief. Trinity knocked the pairing drink back, shaking her head to herself. [color=#66356a]“Wesley,”[/color] she growled. She only told him off because she was notoriously aggressive and he literally stole from her and had it been anyone else, they’d be eating snow.

When Wes turned her around, she had banter at the ready but he and his black top and skinny jeans gave her pause and made her look him over. His pecs, shoulders and those defined legs…every solid muscle was taut under his well-fitted clothes. 

[color=#667c0c]"Hey there, sexy,"[/color] She had missed his enjoyable gaze because her own eyes had been too busy checking him out. [color=#667c0c]"I have a girlfriend, but I won’t tell her if you won’t."[/color]

She smirked at his feedback. [color=#66356a]“You only have one. She’s just remodeled for the night.”[/color] 

Before she could comment more, he leaned in to kiss her. While she tilted her head up to meet him she expected something modest and quick at a party, but he lingered and had an extra little fire in his lips. Startled at first, Trinity became easily swayed by Wes’s mouth and met his fever.

That made half a mission successful or at least she was off to a promising start. She looked at Andy half dazed. Was that the power of dressing up? Maybe Wes really would owe her one. He was saying something to the others but she didn't really catch what.

He slipped behind her and pulled her to him. [color=#667c0c]"Don’t get too drunk. I have [i]every[/i] intention of seeing these clothes on the floor tonight."[/color] Wes whispered in her ear. Trinity felt heat rush to her cheeks then he slapped her behind causing her to jolt. She leant on the bar for support she didn’t know she needed, eyes following after him.

All this time and all those rounds and she still wanted to jump him. But like Andy and her talked about, she didn’t think she had ever actively seduced Wes. As a woman it was on the bucket list and tonight was a mighty good start to be that night.

About to announce her plans to Andy, Mason approached. Trinity did a double take. [i]Mason!?[/i] In fancy attire and all.

[color=B45F06]“Andy. You look breathtaking.”[/color]

[i]For you, you jackass.[/i] Trinity span around front facing the bar. Although, he must have made some effort too.

Trinity glared at him in the corner of her eye. Well, he blew her plans to smithereens. [color=#bd1664]"[i]And[/i] that’s my cue."[/color]

Andy approached him first and she fixed her gaze forward, taking the time to admire and contemplate the wide variety of available drinks. What would be her go to today? [color=#66356a]“Heath, you got a poison?”[/color] She would slide his drink or bottle of choice right down to him if he made a request.


When Andy left and was well out of earshot, content in other company, Trinity began. [color=#66356a]“You. Me. Talk.”[/color] She snapped her fingers and pointed in another direction. In case he missed it, she wasn’t asking.

She grabbed a bottle of whatever and left the bar. Unfortunately it was a bit of a hotspot. As she travelled, she saw Rocco zip past her legs. Why was he at a party? He shouldn’t be around drunken idiots not to mention how physical parties got these days. She closed her eyes and recomposed herself. Not her problem. The rule was simple. Whoever so much as accidentally stepped on that puppy’s paws would have their nose broken to even things out. 

She continued on and gave Mason the mercy of drawing him to the outskirts of the party then cut him off by stepping in front of him. [color=#66356a]“Whatcha doing Romeo?”[/color] Trinity threw her arms out to the side. As far as Trinity was concerned, he had the girl on a platter and simple instructions to treat her well. Whatever happened in the hall was not exactly that, not to mention how they’ve been since the box.

[color=#66356a]“You need to shape up.”[/color] She kept her voice hushed but stern. [color=#66356a]“Andy deserves better from you. She [i]needs[/i] better from you. If you’re not gonna step up to the plate and keep treating her like she’s alone or expendable then you need to leave her alone. You don’t get to do this Hades brooding bullshit. Last thing she needs is to feel like she’s dating Ajax again.”[/color] Or to feel how Ajax made her feel again which was a painful show. 

Trinity sighed and rubbed her forehead. Mason was her friend too and she didn’t want to grill him to oblivion but Andy was her priority. [color=#66356a]“Look, obviously you’re doing something.”[/color] She gestured up and down his clothes, throwing him a bone. [color=#66356a]“But you need to make it up to her tenfold.”[/color]

It was going to end there. She swore it was. But she couldn’t get over his formal outfit. [color=#66356a]“Did Wes recommend?”[/color]
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[color=808080] Though fleeting contact, Evelyn was able to feel the warmth and smoothness of his hand and that sensation radiated through Elysium’s whole demeanor. Even his name was an ideal place of comfort. But the strangest thing was, Evelyn wasn’t a ‘sensations’ person, she didn’t go off how someone [i]felt[/i] but Elysium struck her as an aura and energy. 

None of her wonder was long lasting as another arrived on scene. Evelyn saw the reflective outfit and figure before the face. It was the same tunnel visioned girl that Sylas had elected to escort around, dressed to turn heads. While her eyes unwillingly lingered on the girl, it was transparent [i]Chariselle[/i] paid no acknowledgement to Evelyn and only wanted to address and be addressed by Elysium. There was of course one part of her that wanted to challenge her entire lack of existence but without knowing enough, it was better not to. 

She gave a tense smile to Elysium who was naturally inclusive in his language. For now she’d not get in the blonde’s simple way or cause any problems.  [color=5a6a85]"So…So we just need one more person or you guys can team up against me if you want to."[/color] He concluded.

Evelyn opened her mouth to excuse herself from the game and suggest a one verse one. She was sure it could translate over well-enough. Then they could get to know each other and Evelyn could learn about them in turn. But Wes appeared, enthusiastic to be the final player. [color=#667c0c]"Hell yeah, cornhole. Did I just hear there’s room for a fourth?"[/color]

Evelyn smiled back at Wes. He was handsome, very handsome in fact, and it was easy to return his smile so genuinely…

But he was a bother because now she didn’t have as much heart to leave the game. She averted her gaze for another escape route to find the eyes of Sylas lingering on her instead. She checked over her shoulder in case his eyes had been somewhere more [i]shiny[/i] and she was only fortunate to have met his gaze in time. The raise of his glass to her however suggested otherwise and she smiled. She gave a small curtsy to him for the regards. Between Andy’s compliment and Sylas’s look she felt pretty good.

[color=ffc300]“I might be better suited to a spectator,”[/color] she picked up her previous train of thought with the group. Evelyn grabbed up one of the bags curiously, testing its weight and feel, then tossed it for a trial throw. The bag sunk through the hole. [color=ffc300]“Maybe I have the aptitude for it.”[/color] She shrugged softly, though she was mildly impressed. Her eyes darted to Wes. She didn’t know if he knew her parentage. It wasn’t something she advertised much but if he did maybe she expected an outcry that she was a cheat and used luck of some sort. Or maybe it was all fine.

[color=ffc300]“Boys versus girls then?”[/color] She suggested regardless and trailed to the further side and retrieved the red bag she had just thrown. She’d let the game begin officially with Elysium’s say so.

No matter the teammate or who ended up on her end, who threw atrociously or what, Evelyn was ready. A coordination test. A slice of luck. This could be a telling game. Not as telling as cards which might've been the next game on the schedule if they were keen for it. She’d have to backlog the idea for now. Anything could happen at a Camp Athens party after all.

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