Chris's parties were always lame. Let's face it. And tonight was no exception - the guys huddled in a corner, passing around a pipe of pot, and everyone else talking and laughing over beers, and music. She rolled her eyes, leaning against the wall, and taking a drag off her Mild Seven cigarette. If this party got any lamer, she'd leave, for sure.
A grungy-looking young man sat just outside the circle of pot-smoking guys, wondering if he should give in and take a hit or two. He hadn't smoked in a while, but knew better to get started again. Or did he? The party wasn't much of a party, really. However, he didn't want to join them just yet, so he lit a cigarette instead, to help keep himself from giving in.
Her eyes passed over the grungy youth, slim brows raising. She recognised him. He'd been to a few of her shows, and he was one of Chris's friends. Dante. Brushing magenta bangs from her face as Asiatic eyes looked him over, before she looked away, opting to stare at the television near the bed. Chris's basement was cool, though, she had to admit, with a bed, and couch and big screen television. Good place for a party.
As he inhaled the nicotine and menthol, he thought he saw someone looking at him out of the corner of his eye. When he turned, he saw her turn away. She looked familiar, but he couldn't quite place her name. He hated that. He knew it would drive him crazy until he could remember, especially because she was the type of girl you would remember. If he wasn't so damn shy, he'd probably go over and strike up a conversation with her. But his shyness and common knowledge of how gorgeous girls *really* were made him change his mind.
She tapped her foot, internally debating. Normally more outgoing, but party settings tended to make her shy away. When he wasn't looking at her, her gaze shifted back to him. Studying him. He was really cute. She never had the chance to talk to him, though, as he was Chris's friend. And he always had some girl dragging him around. A small smile as she snubbed out her cigarette. Poor guy. Maybe going over there isn't such a good idea.
He caught her looking at him again. Hmm. An inner voice tugged at him, suggesting he go over there and make some sort of conversation. He still couldn't remember her name.
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