Mark entered following a brief commotion in the hall, with his greeting about as energetic as his assault on the coat rack. It was unfortunate that Megan had made such a hasty retreat as Stacy could’ve done with her social-shield at that point; someone to huddle behind for protection. With a “meep”, Stacy was one of the guests to accept Mark’s handshake while offering a soft greeting of her own. As soon as she was able however she broke free and promptly made her way into the closest bathroom, all while finishing the beverage Mike had presented earlier in a few nervous gulps. The kitchen had been so busy she wasn’t even certain if he had noticed her accept the drink. That and he seemed fairly intent on getting to the living room and engaging in a game of Truth or Dare. “Note to self, don’t get in the way of Mike and a game of Truth or Dare,” she mumbled jokingly to herself, with a few deep breaths thrown in for good measure and a quick touch up in front of the mirror.<br/><br/>Thankfully, she could already feel the alcohol working its way into her system as she exited the bathroom, almost tripping over a bag someone had left just outside the kitchen along her way to the group.<br/><br/>As she entered, the young Asian was instantly greeted by the apartment’s minimalistic lounge and its sumptuous mix of creamy whites and oranges, colours which left Stacy just dying to sink her teeth into a tart dessert or delicious orange cake. The thought of which prompted another grumble from her tummy. “I really need to find something to nibble,” she muttered to herself with a blush, hoping nobody overheard. At the moment, Mike was standing at the centre, posed as if he’d just performed a great magical feat, while the rest had scattered onto the nearby seats. Derrick was seated by himself while Ariel had the company of Mark, who Stacy now knew to be Megan’s teacher; a discovery she overheard in a squeal just before entering. After seeing Megan seated by herself, Stacy swiftly entered the room.<br/><br/>“Don’t try starting the fun without me now,” she giggled as she deftly whirled around Mike, snatched a glass from the tray and plopped down onto the seat beside Meg, just in time to raise her champagne and grin, “Kampai! I’m Stacey Nakamura and I look forward to playing with you all.” Luckily any innuendo flew right over her head thanks to a slight alcoholic buzz and a wave of relief over getting her own general “hello” out of the way. “Better late than never,” Stacey thought in an effort to assure herself over both the belayed toast and introduction.<br/><br/>Following in Megan’s footsteps, the teen took a quick swig from her glass, all in the name of Irish Justice… or is that Greek Bravery? With a small gasp, she allowed the beverage to burn its way down her throat before offering Megan an apologetic smile and peck on the cheek. “Sorry sweetie, I’m having a bit of difficulty adjusting after such a long day.” This didn’t mean she wasn’t sharp enough to note when something important was amiss however. “By the way, what happened to your delish popcorn-y smell?” Stacy’s smile turned to a playful pout at this revelation as if it was more jarring than having Megan openly ogle the striking redhead. It would’ve been hypocritical if she’d taken offense as it wasn’t as if she hadn’t snuck a peak herself.