[hr] [CENTER][img]https://txt.1001fonts.net/img/txt/dHRmLjExNi5lNzA4ZjMuUlhabGJIbHViaUJCYm00Z1UyVnlaVzVsYkdsbmFIUSwuMA,,/georganodemo.regular.webp[/img] [img]https://i.imgur.com/VlWrvIO.png[/img][/CENTER] [right][code]Current day Interactions: Daniel Outfit: Normal[/code][/right][hr] Suddenly, the room was spinning, which was weird because Lynn had not yet had a drink. Her vision caught the sight of kids all around her growing towards the ceiling, and she shifted her eyes towards the painful sensation on her side. She spotted a boy, a confused-looking boy, after he had already impacted her side. Everything was happening too fast to see the reason why this boy had decided that today was Lynn’s day to die. Was this a hazing ritual for new kids at this school? Was it more of an accident? Or was it because this boy had a habit of tackling girls, and if so she would need to quickly figure out who the protectors of the school was. One thing was certain, and that was this fall would eventually come to a painful end, and that painful end was coming any second. Lynn impacted the ground with a soft thud. It was neither overly painful nor was it particularly embarrassing. Thankfully, the floor was only kinda gross at this point of the party, and not the dirty [i]and[/i] sticky mess that the spilled drinks would bring before long. She would still need to wash these clothes thoroughly when she got home, but it was not like anything was visible or staining. Still. It sucked to be on the ground right now. Lynn rolled her body until she was sitting more upright, with her feet planted firmly on the ground and her hands pushing her upper body away from the mess. It was here she caught sight of her assailant. The guy before her had a very soft face and fluffy hair. He seemed out of place at a party like this. Lynn could only speculate why someone like this was at a party like this. Yet no matter which train of thought she rode, it never quite made sense. He could have been a nice guy who simply wanted to experience the thrill of a night filled with music and alcohol, but why would a nice guy not watch where he was walking? He could have been a [i]nice[/i] guy who simply wanted to create a problem and then offer the solution. Her eyes lowered to his hands and… he wasn’t offering her a hand up. Really. After knocking a girl over he wasn’t offering her a hand. Really. So he wasn’t a nice guy. [colour=SkyBlue]"I'm sorry! I didn't mean to knock into you! That's my bad!"[/colour] Oh, he was just awkward. Awkward was fine with Lynn. That meant her earlier assumption about him being new to the party scene might have been right, and she instantly wondered if he was overstimulated. That would explain the lack of manners in offering her a hand, which she was clearly miffed about. Her eyes narrowed as she locked in on his hand, yet the intensity quickly gave way to a quick chuckle and open eyes. Of course, she would end up on the floor of her first party within the first month in a new town, which was happening only a few months after her entire family was brutally killed right in front of her eyes. Because why wouldn’t her life keep giving her hardship? The boy was innocent in this, this much she knew, and as such she decided to let him off the hook for [b]not offering a hand up[/b] and hopefully get off on the right foot from here. She offered her right hand up with a charming smile as her eyes rose to meet his. [color=8A2BE2]“You’re forgiven, party boy,”[/color] Lynn paused as her head crooked to the side and her smile lingered, [color=8A2BE2]“help a girl up?”[/color] It’s the least he could do.