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[b][color=#414a4c]"You lot are insufferable."The words dripped like poison from her lips, an underlying sort of disbelief that could only stem from seeing the host of this little shindig drunk and talking about booze present. Don't get her wrong, she enjoyed parties as much as the next girl, but even Amren in all of her self-absorbed interest couldn't help but feel as if Thomas and, well, alcohol were a bad combination. She was here regardless though, standing in the sitting room clad in a top that barely covered her chest and sweat pants that hugged her hips, arms crossed and expression fouled. But everyone who knew Amren knew that her expression was always fouled- this was typical.
She would release a faint sigh, smoky silver eyes bouncing from guest to guest before finally landing on a half-touched bottle of whiskey. When in Rome, right? Approaching the substance, she would shrug her shoulders before taking a long swig and then another and then another. Her throat burned and her cheeks reddened but the drink was enough to coax that little smirk out of her. [color=#414a4c]"Who knew that the boy with the royal stick up his ass could throw such an interesting get together," She finally mused aloud, cackling. She wasn't the only one in Blackfall with the capacity to surprise- no, it seemed as if her "family" wasn't as predictable as she had once anticipated. Good, she liked a bit of spontaneity.
Throwing herself on the nearest seat, she took another sip of her drink, wondering who else was going to show up to this absolute frat party.
I'M A [color=#414a4c]CUT THROAT QUEEN
I MAKE THE [color=#414a4c]RULES; I DO AS I [color=#414a4c]PLEASE