and how can they talk, with their mouths full

[berkeley2]

Lowe looked to Quinn when she told him the party would be fun, chuckling softly. "Well, it's something we all kind of need right now, anyway. I'm not going to argue with that." He still wasn't hungry enough to touch something as bad as those tacos, though. He'd really have to be desperate enough to join in on something like that. "How the hell can you eat those?"

When Chey showed up by them, he nodded gently. "Hey Chey," he said to her, a little surprised that she'd chosen to be around them. "Not surprising that this would be your kind of thing. You seemed to be the party type the few times we've talked." Did that sound weird? He was never too sure how to talk to people face to face after meeting them online. It always felt a little awkward.

It was then that he noticed that Tiff was acting a little strangely. He couldn't help but smile at it. Religious girl getting high? That was a laugh. Something had to be up....but whatever it was, he hoped it meant she wouldn't be rambling about things she didn't know about in the slightest. This was the last place for a debate.

[quinnie]

"Good boy." Quinn said as she patted Lowe on the cheek and smiled. She was feeling a bit off, but decided to just go along with it. So looked at Tiffany and giggled slightly as she leaned against Lowe. "At least try one."she said holding the taco up to Lowe. "It's pretty good."

Quinn beamed as she saw Chey walking towards them. It was nice that she had decided to drop in. She hugged the other girl slightly. "Hey."she said. Quinn also smiled as she saw Devon waving at him slightly. Then she heard him bring up Jimmy.

Frowning she reached out taking and squeezing Lowes hand. Quinn had managed to push him out of her mind. Just hearing his name brought up bad memories, she needed to be close to Lowe.

[SIMON CHAPMAN]

Simon grunted slightly upon being pulled onto the dance floor by Farren. Folding his arms across his chest again and watching as the girls started up dancing to the music he'd put on, he continued to smirk. This was almost too good. Tiffany seemed to be coming out of her element rather easily with a little help from those tacos. And Farren was definitely much more giggly than usual.

He decided, against the still slightly annoyed part of himself, that he was going to ignore Cheyenne's being there completely. Of course, that was, after he made sure to get a good look at her. Since when did she wear dresses?

It wasn't as if Simon knew her well, he'd only had three encounters with her in person now- but he figured her to be the type to avoid the girly shit. Apparently more than her sexuality was undergoing a change. With a large roll of his eyes he took his eyes off of her again and watched the group mingle around him, raising a brow as Farren giggled and inquired about Devon and Cheyenne's showing up here.

"Dunno, Farren. Must've thought they were better than an invitation." He scoffed lightly, glancing back over to Tiffany dancing again. She was, as she'd said earlier, better than he'd thought she'd be. He wasn't one to judge, though. Rhythm didn't exactly run in his genes. At least not the immediate ones.

Turning to face Devon, smirk fading slightly, replaced with a look of mild distaste he cocked his head. Jimmy needed money from him...? When had he- oh, yes. His gambling was getting bad if he couldn't even remember who he owed money anymore. Sighing out, he went to grab his wallet from the in-table near his bed, pouring himself a drink too before returning to Devon and counting out twenties. "That should cover it." He said flippantly, sliding his wallet into his back pocket.

"If that's all you needed, you could've left the chick in your car." He muttered, but didn't stay to chat longer with Devon, instead returning to the floor where the girls were dancing, smirking as he approached Tiffany.

"You thirsty? I could get you something." He offered casually, figuring by this point, she wouldn't be able to tell the difference between water and vodka.

[TIFFANY BELLE]

Tiffany was feeling so great right about now. She wasn't worrying about Chey and Devon being here. They could join the party! Simon still had the smirk on his face, like he was up to something. Tiffany noticed that he hadn't eaten a taco yet. She starting dancing again when Devon went to talk to Simon, secretly. What were they talking about? Probably about drugs or something.

Simon gave Devon some money out of his wallet and gave it to him. Tiffany really didn't care about it, but she was just curious. Simon then left Devon rudely and walked over to Tiffany. She got very confused. Simon suddenly offered her a drink. Tiffany was quite thirsty..
"Hey, Simon!" She got smiled sweetly. "Oh, could you?" Tiffany placed her hand on Simon's arm, letting it slide back down to her own side. "Do you have like.. lemonade or something? Hey, why haven't you eaten a taco yet?" Tiffany kept rambling. "I like your outfit, Simon. It looks really good on you. I worked so hard getting my outfit together. I could have gone without the shoes though." Tiffany giggled. She was talking way too much. "Okay, get my drink." She tapped his arm once more and started dancing more. Wow. She was feeling really good tonight. Maybe because she was finally getting to be around new people. Whatever it was, it was a good feeling.

notes: omg, this sucks so much, guise. im sorry :c </3