Alex hesitantly placed her hand in his as it was offered. For a second she thought the image of his hand changed but as she inspected further it appeared normal. There must have been some sort of alcohol in her drink. "Ha too cultured. Well I came from a wealthy family and generally when the word party escapes from someones lips it means social-gathering-to-talk-about-polotics." Alex chuckled a little at the memories flashing through her head like a view finder. They walked out to the row of trees. Alex averted her eyes after spotting a man pissing on the lawn. This was so far from what she thought of a party. Glancing up at Kyle she admired his beauty. She loved the way his face was structured and how his hair was longer. She was used to short cropped hair for the males, but his just captured her and made alex think of rebellion. The silence was too much for her to bear, so she decided to start up a topic. "So, the moon. It looks bright and beautiful tonight."