The slim brunette was yet to utter a single complaint about the party’s location, unlike the majority of her counterparts; having consumed enough alcohol prior to leaving the warmth of her abode to entirely be affected by the algid February air. Her palm curved around a ruby cup filled nearly to the brim with an amber concoction, which involved beer and something that tasted a fair amount like nail polish remover. Nonetheless, it slid down her throat with the simple fluid motion of her wrist; her features hardly contorting to show just how brutal the taste truly was. She stood next a flimsy table covered with cups mirroring her own, watching Eric with little amusement as he attempted to toss the ivory ball into an adjacent cup. It was clear that he cared much more about the game at hand than her presence, his consuming need to win coaxing him to pay no attention to her for the past forty minutes. Turning lazily, Olivia manoeuvred through the thick swarm of bodies, the corners of her mouth twitching upwards at the sighting of a familiar blonde perched next to one of the few maroon barrels littering the forrest terrain; the flames pressing deep shadows to the concaving hallows of the male’s cheeks, illuminating his oceanic irises.
She nestled herself near one of the other bodies huddled by the warmth, taking a greedy gulp of the cheap beverage. In his company, she’d certainly need it. Her gaze lifted momentarily to his features before cocking a brow at the girl tucked near him— Olivia putting in her best efforts to keep up with the girl’s seemingly endless string of irrelevant thoughts.