<hr/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: courier new;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>Back To School Pahr-Tay</strong></span></span></div><hr/><div class="floatright">(http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u133/kokotigress/Elliquiy/WHRT/Ezra/Ezra_zpsyfont9oi.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: courier new;"><strong>Name:</strong> Ezra Bardhi<br/><strong>Sorting:</strong> First Year | Bronze Student <br/><strong>Age:</strong> 18<br/><strong>Orientation:</strong> Whatever the fuck she feels like<br/><strong>Mood:</strong> In search of a Challenge<br/><strong>Date | Time:</strong> September 28th | 7PM - Whenever<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Wandering through the thick of things<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> <strong>Open</strong></span><hr/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: palatino linotype;">Despite being a first year college student, this was hardly the first college party that Ezra had ever been to. She had to give it to them, Jamison kids knew how to throw a party, but even so she was already over it. Parties in and of themselves had never really done much for her. Standing around talking with people in various stages of drunkenness over things they weren't going to remember past that night held very little appeal for her. She did dance of course but only when she was feeling it and just now she wasn't quite there yet.<br/><br/>Then again, the with the brightly colored drink that was pressed into her hand and a vague rumble of something that sounded like 'panty dropper' in her ear over the music, it was possible that could change... Just not quite yet.<br/><br/>Ezra eyed the drink and considered downing it for all of two seconds before she shook her head and passed it off to some person or other as she squeezed passed them. She knew better. Aside from fuckwits trying to drug unsuspecting girls, alcohol lowered her inhibitions as much--maybe even more--as it did with most and there wasn't a single soul here that she could trust. Which made her miss Duke even more since he'd taken it upon himself to look out for her without her ever asking him to. Without expecting anything in return. She remembered the night she'd gotten drunk at a party and he'd insisted on taking her home. She'd gone off on him and in somewhat slurred speech had told him she could take care of herself only to have him inform her that it was just 'too bad' and that she'd just have to 'deal with it'. Yeah, they'd gone home and made pancakes and watched Beauty and the Beast until she'd passed out on him. It had honestly been one of the best times she'd had. Until her fugly step-mother had ruined it and nearly caught them curled up together and sticky (somehow some syrup had gotten on them). <br/><br/>Ugh. Now she really wasn't feeling much like partying. <br/><br/>Sighing inwardly, Ezra spared a smile almost absently for the guy who boldly reached out and grabbed her ass like he owned it. She wasn't paying attention so she had no clue if the owner of that mitt was attractive or not but for the moment he was safe from any unfavorable reactions on her part. Especially since Ezra found another of those drinks being handed her way. </span>