Looking around to admire the riches around her, Joelle dropped her bag next to the other girls'. Even by only looking at the bags Joelle could see the difference in the girls. Every single one with their own distinct style, one even more different than the other. She didn't really know anyone, though she did see some familiar faces from other parties she had been to.<br/><br/>Joelle's eyes driftedover the other girls and not too long after she started to try and find patterns in the social behaviour of the girls, she noticed there wasn't any. It was almost like nobody in here knew one another. The girl ran her fingers through her hair, trying to gather her thoughts and figure out a strategy to approach them. This was never easy for her, and she wasn't the quickest person in the world when it came to making a connection with someone.<br/><br/>She stepped into the kitched and immediately discovered that some of the other girls didn't have any of these problems. Especially Kate seemed to have an outgoing personality, which surprised Joelle to some degree. She hadn't expected anything like it from a girl with Kate's choice in clothing. As the other girls started to take the cookies, so did Joelle. Her slender hand moved into the box with elegance, though she herself seemed blissfully unaware of the way she moved. With a similar motion the cookie went to her mouth and she tasted it, quietly enjoying the taste for herself.<br/><br/>The conversation reinforced her thoughts on the lack of social relations between the girls. It was awkward, that much was sure. Joelle nodded and smiled at all the girls that entered the room, trying her best to figure out what type they were and if she might be able to get a connection with any of them. Alcohol started to flow and soon there was something of a good atmosphere filling the room. Then Kate pressed the ice cube against Amy's lips. She was so straightforward, so open and social, not afraid of what anyone thought of her. She was so unlike Joelle, so unlike most of the girls around here, apart from maybe their hostess.<br/><br/>And then there was Hannah. Quiet, shy, stumbling over her words. There was something endearing about her, something that made Joelle want to reach out and make the girl feel more awkward in this admittedly strange environment. Before she could act though, another girl had already moved towards Hannah. Nodding to herself, Joelle made her way over to the fridge to search for some juice. After a relatively short search, she found a bottle of orange juice and poured some into a glass for herself. She'd start on the alcohol later, she decided. There'd still be plenty of time after all.<br/><br/>Then music started to play. She knew the song, but she hadn't heard it many times before. One of her ex boyfriends used to play some sort of game with a plastic guitar that featured songs like these. She tried playing it once, but she never was any good at it. The one thing she as good at though, was dancing... and it didn't take long before Joelle's foot started to tap to the beat of the song, her hips playfully swaying to the melody of the music.<br/><br/>Shots were poured, suggestions were being made, and Joelle felt confused. Spin the bottle? Without guys? And then there was the blatant display of bodies and the obvious teasing between girls. Where the hell had she ended up? Yet... somehow the situation intruigued her. If it really turned into something she didn't like, she could always leave, right? So, when Abilgail asked if anyone objected to Truth or Dare, Joelle shook her head. First dare... accepted.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>