Rory was out and about at Trace’s birthday party, having the time of her life. To be honest, she didn’t even realize it was his birthday party, she just heard of a get together in the woods and then filled up a milk jug with vodka and some orange juice, making the perfect screwdriver in her opinion. As she swivled the jug, she opened the cap and took a swig, the alcohol warming up her insides. When she screwed the lid back on, she spotted a familiar blonde and jogged over to her. “Summer! I wasn’t expecting to see you here, what’re you doing?” She asked. Summer always seemed like such a good girl, Rory wasn’t expecting to see her in a party setting. “Thirsty?” She questioned, wiggling the jug in front of the other teen.