"Doesn't look like they let themselves play it either," Sonya replied to Abby with a jest filled grin and a disappointed head shake. She noticed how close the girl was, just off barely to the left of herself as Sonya leaned over the lower shelf, her ass draped in a black skirt and somewhat popping out as she seemingly leaned on her right leg. Not really that uncomfortable, Sonya recalled posing naked for an art class or two over the summer, she seemed to have little concept of 'personal space.' Her right hand pressed down on the table and she turned to face Abby with a grin, "DJ? DJ Son-Yeah!" She blurted out a title for herself as she nodded. Still though she wasn't sure how she knew most of these people. She thinks she recognized the girl with her face glued to the tablet from a coffee shop, or from the previous school year, but, who really cared, for Sonya it was the last party for her until her first college classes began.<br/><br/>She bent back over again, curving her back as she did so to peruse the records. She figured she might as well search for something the host might enjoy. "Old punk, Yes..." she nodded to herself as she browsed the records finding a fairly standard one. She pulled out the Ramones, figuring it is something Abby, and likely anyone, would enjoy. As she set it up, she looked to Abby with a grin "Here," she nodded, placing the record in, she was careful not to skate the needle and got the music going. * 20 20 24 hours to gooo... I wanna be sedated... * The music began playing and she rose and swiveled her hips and rocked her head side to side to the beat. "Hows this?" She asked of Abigail.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>