The whole party was too loud in her opinion. She could feel the base thump so hard it vibrated through her limbs. Each beat was catchy too. The electronic notes repeating and entangling themselves as the beat kept tempo, only to be added to with some lyrics in a catchy song. It wasn't Chelsea's type of music, but she had to admit that with the dancing and the cheer of her fellow classmates, it was hard not to want to join them. A small musing popped into her head, making her wonder if it was in fact the loneliness or the lack of friends that made her want to be a part of the crowd. It was unusual for her to want to go that far and be a person she really wasn't, but at the same time the camaraderie was intoxicating. Sure, the booze would help loosen her up, but was it enough to make her feel accepted in a society she was not accustomed to?<br/><br/>Chelsea's mind was musing about her situation, the music, and often glancing up at others in the off chance she recognized them from her classes. If she actually recognized anyone she had hoped to strike up a conversation.<br/><br/>Not really paying attention to what she was pouring in her cup, she found herself pouring too much soda into the cup. The sudsy liquid spilled a bit on the table and onto her jeans. Cursing to herself, she turned around to the nearby sink to dump what she had just poured and grab some towels to clean up. By the time she got to pouring herself a proper whiskey and coke, it was then that the person standing next to her leaned over to say something.<br/><br/>"How about I try to actually get one down before I attempt another?" She said without thinking, "Would have been nice if I wasn't such a dolt."<br/><br/>It had taken Chelsea a minute to realize she had spoken out loud, and when she did, her face flushed bright red. She felt his arm bump nonchelantly against her in a strange greeting. Looking up at him for the first time, Chelsea was abruptly speechless. Her dark eyes smiled but she could feel the once embarrassed flush in her cheeks burn hot. The guy introducing himself as Carter was strikingly handsome. His dark hair, sultry stare and smirk spoke volumes, and yet told her nothing about him. All she knew was that she wanted more; more interaction, more him.<br/><br/>"Oh..uh...hi. I'm Chelsea." The brunette smiled back at him feeling awkward and her heart beating like a cat about to take a bath. She really wasn't good at this, but she knew she wanted this. She wouldn't have been there if she didn't and she had to remind herself of that. Shrugging in attempt to break her stare, Chelsea looked about at the crowd around them. "I can't say the music is<i>awful</i>but the volume could be turned down a bit. I'm worried I won't be able to hear by the end of the evening and have to result to staring at people like a dumb clod. There's always yelling for people to repeat themselves, but it isn't worth the embarrassment."