10-09-2013, 06:29 PM
Becca laughed, "Thanks!" She accepted the compliment, though she knew she had great style. She always had. "I'm Becca!" she shouted over the music. "Nice to meet you, too!" She gave the woman a genuine smile. Becca loved meeting new people. Most people tended to adore her. The people of this town had, once. Until they determined she was some kind of creature of their ridiculous folklore. The same people who planet wolfsbane in their gardens and strung garlic on their porches. It was ridiculous.
She excused herself from the woman and from her dance partner, feeling hot and parched. She grabbed her cup from the fireplace that she'd forgotten about and took a sip before searching for Onyx again. That girl always seemed to get lost at parties. Becca knew where to find her though. Where was the liquor table, or the keg? If Becca lost tabs on her too early, Onyx would be lost to the party and what kind of bestie would that make Becca? A bad one.
Easily, she finished off her drink. It tasted gross, the punch. Probably she'd left it sitting out for too long. She hoped she hadn't grabbed someone else's cup. Gross. She tossed the cup in the trash in the kitchen. Onyx wasn't there. Becca squeezed between people, getting bumped around, growing tired of yelling her apologies. Finally she bumped right into Onyx. "Oh!" she exclaimed, pleasantly surprised. "We've got to stop meeting like this, dahling!" she said romantically to her bestie.
Becca laughed. "I need some air!" she shouted just before noticing the male Onyx was talking to. "Dracula!" she yelled. "Awesome!" She faced Onyx and gave her a suggestive wink, nodding her head towards the guy. Then she laughed again and headed for the front door. Once Becca was out on the front porch she took a deep breath of the crisp cool air. That was much better.
Just in the yard was a group of people crowded around a keg. Someone was on top of it, upside down, guzzling away at the frothy substance that poured from a small hose attached to the keg. Uhg, the thought turned Becca's stomach. It wasn't long before someone else came along making small talk with her. He'd recognized her from town, he worked at the local grocery store, thought she was a vampire, typical townie.
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