Everyone seemed to be intent on getting into their teams and going at...Ponging...That sounded dirty in her head, but whatever-not like she was saying it aloud. The girl moved out of everyone’s way, grinning. “Hey, I’ll be more than happy to attend your all’s parties...Don’t tell my mom, though,” she murmured the last part. She planned on begging off all those insistent invitations by her mother to go to this function or that by claiming schoolwork. Not exactly like she could get away with the excuse if everyone got shouting about her going to parties, then her mother wasn’t going to buy the excuse.<br/><br/>Anna moved to her room and sat on the chair at her desk, rolling slightly so she was out of the way, but still able to see. And she was down low enough that if anyone wanted to sit on the bed. She took a longer sip of her cider, and sat back, relaxing as everyone seemed to get to winding themselves up for the little competition.<br/><br/>Spiderman was looking a little fretful. “Spidey! You want to come over here while she plays? It’s a little less crowded,” she offered, not sure if he wasn’t liking the company, the crowd, or the closed quarters. Her hand moved, pulling her closer to the desk to give him some space to walk if he wanted, her feet propped up going along the length. “And you can watch television if you want.” She knew parties weren’t everyone’s bag, and if he’d be more comfortable zoning out to her Firestick, she wouldn’t mind.<br/><br/>==<br/><br/>Location: Dorm 105<br/>Speaking With: Everyone about<br/><br/>==