<b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(163, 239, 152)">Name:</span></b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(163, 239, 152)"> <a class="link link--external" href="https://imgur.com/a/MmCU4Yl" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Justin Torres</a><br/>
<b>Location:</b> By the Pool -&gt; Inside<br/>
<b>Tagged: </b>Uh... everyone in one form or another?<br/>
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From what Justin could see, Lea was clearly in need of some company. She didn't seem to mind what form it took. He could feel the energy in her touch, on his arm. It lingered just a little too long to be called casual. Even when Peter inserted himself into the conversation she seemed to be trying to keep both of them with her. Of course Justin was all for letting her stick around, but at this point he wasn't sure if it was his decision to make. Thankfully Peter knew what was up... even if he had a strange way of showing it.<br/>
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Justin just grinned, rolling his eyes internally. Odd ones out? Cheap beer? Kids? Really? This guy couldn't possibly be more than five six years older than them, max. Even then, couldn't be much older than Baxter who Simon had also invited. Aaaand speak of the devil. "Yo, Baxter. Been too long." Justin greeted the RA who had just joined them and promptly found himself a spot behind the bar. <br/>
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Lea seemed pretty interested in keeping Justin around, introducing him to the older Anderson boy. "Nice to meet ya, Pete." She proceeded to invite him along on her "tour" of the house. And why not? He liked where this was going and she seemed like good company. But wait wasn't he supposed to be doing something... And he caught a blur of movement out of the corner of his eye. Oh right. He just caught sight of Simon running up the stairs, obviously upset about something. <i>Fuckin' a</i>. Dude was freaking out. On one hand, he should just get over it. On the other hand, it was partially Justin's fault for spreading the word. On the other other hand, Lea was here... Justin sighed, then flashed Peter and Lea a grin. "I think I'll have to catch up with y'all. I was still trying to find Simon. I'll let him know you dropped by though.<br/>
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Justin excused himself from the conversation and went to grab another beer. He waved at Baxter again, and squeezed between a group of girls who'd started to gather near the bar. "Excuse me, ladies." Justin walked up the stairs, not too rushed. "Yo Simon?" he called out, walking slowly to give the other young man time to compose himself. He found him in the master bathroom, his hand bleeding into the sink. "Damn, man. What'd you do?" He helped the search for a first aid kit and managed to find one, setting it open on the counter. He set an unopened beer next to it, then leaned against the wall while he sipped his own. He thought about helping Simon with his injury but thought better of potentially embarrassing him further.  "Man, I told you. It's fine. Nothing bad's gonna happen. We're all gonna have a good time. It's just more people now."</span>