[ ahh youth. the time in one's life when certain decisions seem like a great one at the time, but in retrospect could have maybe used a lot more thought and judgment on one's part. being young in general was enough to spur such unseemly decisions on without much prompting, but if there were ever a true breeding ground for Bad Mistakes™ it would be none other than a good old fashioned teen party.
this particular party had no real reason for existing other than the fact someone's parents are out for the weekend, and they've not only got a nice place and a nice pool, but a nice big yard that allowed for many an intoxicated teen to crash out on and not have to worry about throwing up on any expensive rugs. perfect, really.
qi fang doesn't really know the host of the party — they're a friend of a friend of a friend — but he's never had a hard time making fast friends when the situation calls for it, so he's spent the past hour of his time here flitting from one circle to another, laughing and drinking and just generally having a good time. there's nothing of any true interest of his happening, but he figures he'll give it another hour or so before ducking out. sun jing has already left his side to go hang all over qiu tong, so he's flying solo.
he's making his way outside when he notices them — nazuna and another peer whose name escapes him at the moment. they seem cozy, so he hangs back with the pair at his peripheral, and he doesn't really intend on doing much but casually paying attention when he notices the latter reach out to the former, and the former's ever-present smile crack for just a moment.
he sighs, takes a long drink from the cup in his hand, and plasters on a smile of his own as he makes his way over. ]
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this particular party had no real reason for existing other than the fact someone's parents are out for the weekend, and they've not only got a nice place and a nice pool, but a nice big yard that allowed for many an intoxicated teen to crash out on and not have to worry about throwing up on any expensive rugs. perfect, really.
qi fang doesn't really know the host of the party — they're a friend of a friend of a friend — but he's never had a hard time making fast friends when the situation calls for it, so he's spent the past hour of his time here flitting from one circle to another, laughing and drinking and just generally having a good time. there's nothing of any true interest of his happening, but he figures he'll give it another hour or so before ducking out. sun jing has already left his side to go hang all over qiu tong, so he's flying solo.
he's making his way outside when he notices them — nazuna and another peer whose name escapes him at the moment. they seem cozy, so he hangs back with the pair at his peripheral, and he doesn't really intend on doing much but casually paying attention when he notices the latter reach out to the former, and the former's ever-present smile crack for just a moment.
he sighs, takes a long drink from the cup in his hand, and plasters on a smile of his own as he makes his way over. ]
Evenin' fellas. Nice night, huh?