<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/78/Grace_Close_Up_Party.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/harrypotter/images/a/ae/Hogwartscrest.png/revision/latest?cb=20110806202805)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>NAME:</strong> Grace Carter (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14674643#msg14674643)<br/><strong>HOUSE | YEAR:</strong> Gryffindor | Fifth<br/><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Muggleborn (?)<br/><strong>WAND:</strong> 9 ½ inch | Pear | Unicorn Hair<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong> This outfit (https://fayebelinexo.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/04/photo-27-10-2014-14-24-40.jpg)<br/><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> Saturday, 26th October, 2019 | Early evening<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Darley Penthouse <br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong> P A R T. Y? Cuz I gotta.<br/><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Ke$ha - Take it Off (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RpFMuBHxGWs)<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Corey</td></tr></tbody></table><br/><hr/><br/>Although Grace received more sugary frosting than Corey’s skin when she licked his cheek, the fact that she did so at all was not missed. It was an example of acting before thinking, which Grace often did, but not when it came to boys and flirting. Her cheeks stung as she turned away and led him toward the bar, hopeful that her surging blush would go unnoticed.<br/><br/>After turning away from him, Grace snuck a lick of her lips. It wasn’t just in an effort to collect any remnants of frosting that may have clung to her mouth, but mostly for the purpose of tasting a hint of Corey again. A smirk caused her shaded lips to stretch a bit, especially as she was reminded of the look of stunned shock on her best friend’s face.<br/><br/>What was that reaction supposed to mean? What was that look supposed to signify?<br/><br/>Grace chewed on her lower lip as they made their way over to the bar. Corey was adamant about accepting her challenge and proving that he could more than handle his liquor. Grace’s face lit up as she looked back at him. “I love surprises,” she mused, playfully. Clearly, she was willing to allow him the opportunity to surprise her, even if the look in her eyes suggested that she doubted his ability.<br/><br/>He challenged her in turn, calling her a pampered, delicate flower. Grace scoffed, shaking her head at his words as if they were completely foreign ideas and notions. Just as she was considering getting a nonalcoholic beverage, to spare herself some embarrassment and a hangover later, Corey reminded her about the social suicide she was likely about to commit.<br/><br/>His sarcasm carried on, coursing throughout his tone as he mentioned that she’d forever be known as the girl who ordered pumpkin juice at a Dior Darley party. Grace stopped walking then and folded her arms over her chest. “Alright then, since you know everything there is to know about this topic, why don’t you run off and fetch us both something to drink?” She suggested.<br/><br/>At least he had the decency to suggest something small. “Alright,” She nodded, shooing him off with her hand as she waited near a table. “Go on then, so we can have our own fun.”