what was sweet will be bitter

What is it you're attempting to achieve with that poor-- Will you quit already? [ The anger was quiet evident in her voice as she spoke loudly, addressing the brunette stranger who had started to rub the fine mark on her white dress. Out of reflex, Grace pushed the woman's hands off her, and took a small step back. Her eyes fell on the wet spot just above her hip. ] Has your mother not taught you a single thing?

Although I usually do not obey orders of the likes of yourself -- obey orders period -- I may very well, Jessica. This conversation was beginning to bore me, anyway; I ought to get a drink. Toodeloo.

Aren't you a darling, Hayden? Remind me to add your phone number to speed dial, for this rare occasion. -- Although I don't recall to have ever felt sick due to my consumption of alcoholic beverages, but let us no longer speak about such topic. I have a weak stomach. Now, tell me, does the goddess of your choice represent your caring personality and qualities like mine, the Goddess of Love does. [ Her lips quirk up into a sly smirk. ] Or was it more of a spontaneous pick?

I have yet to decide which to deem a worse faux pa, your apparent favorite of the night, the costume shop dilemma, or the choice of clothing a group of Ashton freshmen made the mistake of picking, which, as I am assuming from the look of it, is simple white bed clothes draped over scrawny bodies. They have definitely caught my eye, in the least positive way. I will remain positive, however. The night is still young, Montgomery, and is it not one of Anastasia's infamous parties we are guests of? I say cheers to what our favorite gossip girl has up her sleeves for us on this particular night.

Brilliant timing, to return on the day our beloved Anastasia has decided to throw all of Fenton a humble celebration. Although, I have to admit, Hayden, I am a bit surprised by your presence tonight. Not because I haven't seen or heard from you since our spontaneous trip to Vegas, but because, well. [ An eyebrow raised at the strawberry blonde, Grace takes half a step back and lifts both her arms up into mid air. ] The underground is no place to be for a girl of your likes, Calloway.

Every evening spent with a Rockwell is most likely to turn out to be an eccentric evening. Pardon, not just any Rockwell, of course. -- Indiana, can we go back now? I'm not particularly keen on getting lost beneath Fenton grounds, not tonight.

Indy. Come on, let us go back to the party.

[ Mere drops of her precious liquor Grace so desperately clung to that night spiller over the edge of her plastic cup as a breath of air escaped her lungs in a rapid draw. Her eyes fell on the wet spot, mere inches from her beloved golden Jimmies. A frown fell upon her instantly and, being the one to spill her scotch this time around, Grace turned around swiftly, her glare sharp as daggers. ] Will you watch where the hell you are going!

A general comment, directed towards who else if not myself, Jessica? -- Considering I am the only person in hearing range of your irrelevant chatter. Or is it possible you have you gone fully mad?

Had sin city charmed you, too, Hayden, or where is it you spent your previous days? I would do a cliché eye rub in celebration of your return, alas I am quite pleased with my make up tonight.

Well, what is it my favorite rogue is nurturing cravings for on this particular night, Hayes not being on the menu tonight.

I am doing society a courtesy by gracing you with my presence, I can not think of anything more useful to do than drawing you from your breath, Bellamy.

Neither am I sure of what has caused you to believe I was interested in your infantile worries.

I am more stunned by the sight of yourself right before my eyes. Is it in fact you standing before me, or the impact of spiked punch, Calloway?

S: Get me out of here. Just get me out of here. I'm packing my bags now.

S: Hi, ice queen.