WHO'S READY TO PARTY?!?!?!?!?

Jillian: I couldn't help but stare at them what had she said? Something about ketchup and Dracula? Clearly, I was not welcome here, so I went back inside, where I saw a boy (Drake) Standing. Eh. Four years younger? Oh well.

Noel: "Good to know." I grinned. "You hate ketchup?" I asked, supressing a lugh.

Arlo is like a sore thumb at this party.... We's like the 5th person able to drink.)

Drake - I leaned against the wall bored as Rose danced with Mark and Marcy was off somewhere with someone, Derek was probably worried sick looking for her. That boy was obsessed.

Marcy - I smacked him lightly on the arm, "Don't laugh! Ketchup is an evil creation that covers up flavors!"

Jillian: "Hello," I said to him, smiling. I ran a hand through my soft hair and placed half of it over my shoulder. "Enjoying the party?" Sipping my wine, I leaned against the wall.

Drake - I looked at the girl who had appeared beside me and smiled, "Now I am."

Noel: "No, ketchup is a delicious flavor enhancer." I grinned.

Jillian: I smiled. "Arent you sweet." I finished the rest of my wine and set it on a table nearby. "So. Age, name, et cetera? I'm Jillian."

Marcy - "It is not! It covers up the flavors in french fries, onion rings, everything loses it's classic taste all because of ketchup," I argued.

Drake: My smile got wider, "Drake, 17, what else you wanna know?"

Jillian: "Hmmm. Seventeen?" I repeated, ignoring his question. That was a five-year difference and he wasn't a legal adult yet. "I gotta say, you look older than you actually are," I smirked. How would he react to my age? Nothing would happen between us, but, hey, it's a party.

courtlynn.w wrote:Marcy - "It is not! It covers up the flavors in french fries, onion rings, everything loses it's classic taste all because of ketchup," I argued.

Noel: "Okay, the. It's an evil, flavor masking invention." I said, agreeing with her and then laughing.

Marcy - I smiled slyly up at him, "Exactly."

Ava: I stand on the sides of the party quietly and I watch the people dance and have a good time. I sigh.

Arlo: I saw a girl near the wall and gave her a slight smile. I was probably a bit older.... But she didn't know.

Ava: i smile back shyly

Arlo: That was all I needed. I walked across the room. "Hey, I'm Arlo." I said, looking down at her. "Who're you?"

Ava: "i-im Ava. im not even sure why i was invited here...i dont know anyone..."

Arlo: I raised a brow. "Well, have you tried to meet anyone?" I asked, cocking my head.

Ava: "N-not really..."

Arlo: "Well there's a problem you should try and fix. A pretty girl like yourself should try and meet people. You'd probably make a lot of friends." I said.

Ava: i blush.

Arlo: It upped my ego, seeing her blush, but I figured i should see how hot the water was that I was getting into. "Ava, how old are you?" I asked.

Ava: "im 16."

Arlo: I nodded and looked down. "Cool." I smiled brightly.