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How had she ended up here? Not that she was mad about, but still. Rhiannon had been told from her friends that this group of friends always threw a part each semester. That it was always <i>the </i>party to attend. Rhiannon just hoped it lived up to the hype. She had attended Ohio University for her undergrad and ever since parties tended to pale in comparison. After all, it was one of the top party schools in the nation. How she managed to graduate with as good of grades as she had was a mystery. Her need to get out of Ohio had ended up driving her to Washington and now here she was, attended this party held by some elusive yet popular group of friends. <br/>
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"And I present to you all the good stuff." Marissa, her roommate, returned with enough solo cups for the group and Rhiannon readily accepted it. While whatever fruity concoction was in the cup did decently well at hiding the alcohol there was still the unmistakable taste of Tequila. Rhiannon's eyes closed and soft smile curved her lips. <br/>
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The place was nice, it was clear at least one of these friends had money. Or at least their parents did. She didn't know much about them, just their names and a couple of them she had seen in passing. Of course, her not knowing them was to be expected. It was her first semester here. <br/>
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Rhiannon's parents had freaked when she decided to come to Marymount University. Not that she could blame them really. People had been dying left and right in the strangest of ways. Rhiannon nearly backed out and looked for another college to complete her masters but the year had already been paid for and she'd already found a place to live. There was too much in place for her to just back out on it. So, when her parents dropped her off they made sure she knew what to do and her dad even left her with a taser and some bear strength pepper spray. Her mom called her two or three times a week to check in, make sure her daughter was alive. It got a little bit too much some times, but Rhiannon knew it was all out of love. <br/>
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She felt a hand smacking her on the arm and turned to find Leyla, her other roommate, giddy about something. "Look, there's Cyrus, he's one of the guys that lives here. Isn't he just - I mean fuck look at him!" Rhiannon's eyes moved towards the person Leyla was gesturing towards. The girl wasn't wrong, he was incredibly attractive, but there was certainly something about him that Rhiannon just couldn't place. <br/>
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