"HAVE AT YOU!" There's a 'biff' sound, as Wren squawks, head smacked with the end of a pool noodle before she picks up a rubber band from the floor, pinging it at Cyan's face with enough skill that it plinks him in the eye, sending the man sprawling and dropping his 'weapon.' "Fuck! I'm hit! Go on without me!- Pass me a bottle too-" She laughs, grabbing a bottle of beer from the table and lowering it to the floor, Cyan's tattooed hand over one eye and the other dumping his drink into his mouth.
"Fucking dork." She snorts, moving away from the fray to grab something to snack on. She smiles, as she spots Declan near the kitchen, pulling him into a good-natured side hug and setting a kiss on his temple. "Hey big fella, you havin' fun?" She questions- she's been busy all night- the woman of the hour, after all- and it's not every day there's a party this big at the Romero place- fortified against any and all sorts of external chaos, it's a rarity she gets to let loose at home. But, she only turns 20 the once. "Ended up havin' a lot more people in than I thought. Maybe lettin' folk have a plus-one was a bad idea, I dunno where all'a us are gonna crash tonight."
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