#siennpre

                usually she wouldn’t like tattoos ,  but since this was a nickname she was ACCUSTOMED to ? ?   it was a huge hello from the universe that they were meant to meet today .   ‘   my friends call me sunshine ,  do yours too ? ?   ’  

On a typical night, she was the life of the party. Whenever Beth entered a party, it was as though she absorbed the energy of the many people surrounding her. She would feel a rush to her head, and the inhibition that a dangerous combination of her mania mindset with alcohol created would animate her.  

On that night, Beth remained subtle. Ordinary. She was extra aware of the acidic bottle of Smirnoff Ice she held in her hand and the way it did not send her into the oblivion she longed for. She would have to grab a stronger drink, she figured.

Suddenly, her friend Natalie approached her, the girl reeking of vodka---

“Beth!” She squealed. “C’mon honey, we’re gonna do something a little old school!”

Beth raised her brows, “such as...?”

Natalie grabbed Beth’s small wrist and gave her a tug. “Spin the bottle!”

Beth sighed, attempting to pull her arm away, “I don’t know, Nattie, I---”

Natalie shook her head, “Nope, no. You’re moping and killing the party! It’ll be fun.”

Beth laughed, “I guess I am pretty mopey tonight. Okay, I’ll go...”

She was led to the living room by her drunken friend, and chuckled when she saw the glass bottle on the floor in the center of a circle of people.

“This is so weird.”

Grey, almost blank eyes had been following him for some time. She knew exactly when others could see her, and she knew that he could, but she had received from him a different kind of atmosphere than others. She did not yet know what it was that made him different; she just knew he was different. Completely out of her usual character but out of pure interest, she followed him, floating silently behind, leaving a trail of cold in her wake.