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[cassandra seymour]

Cass really wasn't sure why she was here. Loud music, the inescapable smell of weed (at lest she thought it was weed) and nicotine was enough to make her want to throw up. With only a mere hour left until the new year, Cassandra Seymour walked the packed new years party all by her lonesome, trying to find a good place to take a seat. She considered leaving, but since she was already there she might as well stick it out until the new year was around. Only an hour left, you got this she reassured herself, the young freshman pushing her way through a dancing crowd, her soft spoken voice barely getting recognize over the music and sound of overwhelming conversation. When she finally reached the other side of the room she was in Cass Sighed, using her free hand to move some stray pieces of blond hair from her face. Looking down at the hand that was occupied by a red silo cup, Cass had to admit she at lest felt like a cool kid. That's what cool kids do, right? Drink various different alcohols out of these infamous red cups, take a ton of pictures then post it on their facebook? She grinned at the thought, knowing that she didn't really count as one of the cool kids considering hers was filled with water. Cass had a drink once in her life, and it tasted so awful that she didn't want to put her taste buds through the agony of having any alcoholic beverages in her body. Not to mention she would of ended up drunk after one drink probably, given her awkwardly tiny figure.

Sheepishly walking to the sofa, it seemed that the dance floor got bigger, Cass finding herself being "party boyed" as the phrase goes by a bunch of random students while she tried to get to a seat. In the mix of her trying to escape the awful dance moves she fell into the sofa, not only landing on a person but spilling her water all over the place. "Ah Crap!" she said, standing up immediately and looking down at her now soaked attire (to think she actually took the time to look somewhat girly tonight).She could only hope it didn't get on the person she landed on. "Sorry," she murmured shyly, not even looking up to the person who caught all 100 pounds of her.

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, status; done! Feel free to join, be the person on the sofa, be the party-boyers or just an innocent bystander. c;
, outfit; ta-da! Cass Fails.
, notes; QUICKPLAY FOR THE WIN. ]