Combat boots paired with high-waisted denim shorts, clothing choices she hadn’t come to yet regret the way she had the others. She had already removed her tank top when the item became soaked with water thanks to her overly rambunctious friends, leaving her in a strappy bralette, one that had just seemed to dry only to get covered with liquid once more as someone’s drink splashed onto her chest. “Woah, easy there, killer.” She jested, her hands coming out to stop the person before they also collided onto her the way their drink had. “I’m all for body shots but you could at least pay me the decency of asking first, yeah?”

“ brasil! la la la la la. amo vocé, gostoso, brasil!” grazia sang, her excitement crystal clear. the blonde was clearly not sober enough to care how off-key she was. brazil was one of her favorite countries and the fact that one of her favorite events was taking place there made her even more ecstatic. her gaze fell on a person and without even thinking, she approached them from behind, her arm wrapping around their shoulder. “ hey! are you the music? i hope i didn’t scare you. want me to buy you a drink?” she offered, genuinely interested in spending some time with the other person, since she hated to be alone for such a long time. besides, her mother had been texting her to come back home quickly so who knew how long she’d stay -- so every moment counted for her and she only wanted to have some fun.

“Well, this is one way of making a comeback..” Lindy said to herself as she walked amongst the ever growing crowd. The music pulsed through her body as she made her way deeper into the crowd, with so many people crazily dancing around her it was hard to not be nudged or pushed a little. She started to loosen up, with a drink in her hand and the music taking over her body. She was off in her own little world, not seeing a someone running through the crowd and before she knew it, she had been pushed to the side roughly and fell into another body. "Ohp, sorry! Some asshole just bowled me over." Directing the word 'asshole' in the direction that the person had run. 

james had somehow managed to find himself in the middle of a set, music blasting and leaving his ears ringing. with no drink in hand, he turned to the crowd for a source of entertainment. he noticed someone making their way carrying what appeared to be small water balloons and a mischievous grin. “hey,” he shouted trying to get the attention of a nearby ‘victim’, “there’s someone behind you that’s about to--” he let his voice fade into the music as the balloons hit the figure and exploded with water and gold glitter. “that’s rough.” he commented with a short chuckle.

“i just saw a video of a girl taking a bath with an otter and as disgusting as that may seem, i feel like that’s something that i feel like i need to do before i die. it just seemed like it was a real fun time. anyway, i’m off to see— actually, i’m not sure whose set it is but someone back there said they were good so i mean, there’s gotta be some truth to that, right? so what do you say, you coming? i’ll even buy you a drink or something. someone said there were churros or something like that around here too.. so— what do you say?”

“Whoa, mate - “ Tyler said as he staggered backwards lightly, his drink falling from his loose grip and it splashed on then ground between them. The lad had just came from backstage where he was given whiskey in the red cup, much stronger than what they were distributing to the festival goers.  “I’m sorry” he mumbled, any would swear he was drunk but he was far from it. “Did I get drink on you? I did, didn’t I?” he asked before catching their eye, a smirk perking onto his lips. “Forgive me? I ‘suppose we could get new drinks in the VIP tent? All on me of course.”

The male walked out of the gift shop, a wet, crumpled up blue tee in hand, spare cash in the other. He wore a large pink shirt, one with the words, ‘hot momma’ written across the chest. Looking down at the cloth, he straightened it before shoving the handful of dollars into his back pocket. Now, feeling a stare from his side, he connected his gaze with the person next to him, “What?” He asked, a small smile parting his lips, “It was all they had in my size.” He’d been desperate ever since some drunk guy had spilled a pitcher of beer on him, and he was in no way going to try and trek back to the hotel.

“Hey-- you wanna come to the next set with me? My one condition is there’s to be no making fun of dance moves. Nobody looks good at festivals, especially me.”