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   alcohol flowed through her bloodstream, another drink in her clutches. the party was certainly a rage-r, the college kids somehow partied harder than highschoolers. college kids were like an entirely different breed of human than highschoolers, which vivienne was relishing in. good thing she looked older than she was.
   everything was perfect until she feels something a tad bit smaller than her bump into her, glazed over eyes glancing at the other, almost immediately recognizing one third of the tag team. a sort of soft, dulled panic ran over her as she straightened up her stance, pouty lips squeezed tight together.Â
     â sorry, heather. â
   there was a certain fear that she had for the heathers. of course, heather chandler was scarier than the other two, and she knew heather m from cheerleading. vivienne had sort of learned that it was more of a dynamic than just three mega bitches. they seemed sort of nice on their own.. right?Â
   but this interaction had also made her start to think, wondering if there were other high schoolers here. was that comfortable feeling she had been getting from these â college â students fake and really just the warm blanket of cheap alcohol?? it causes her to frown a tad, the veils pulled away from her face and instead replaced with the sad reality. if she was only a little more drunk she would be crying right now.
