<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/2s68xtH.jpeg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Emma Grey<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Kitchen<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Black jacket, Black top, Belt, Jeans, Sneakers<br/><strong>Content Warning</strong>: None<br/><strong>Optional</strong><br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: All<br/><hr/>Her mouth was just about to open to crack some joke about ending up on an altar -- because that's what Emma did when she was nervous -- when her ears picked up the sound of a doorknob turning. Emma held her breath. The door swung open. No one ran out to kill her. Just another good looking guy dressed like someone that she might walk by on the street. The metaphorical finger came off the panic button. That little glass case got closed up too. This was feeling more and more like it would be a good night.<br/><br/>"Yeah, we're just arrival buddies." Emma echoed Lance with a good-natured laugh. In her experience, it was best to play along when a couple of guys got it in their head to give you a hard time. Calmly go with the flow and they'll lose interest, but start flailing around and they'll sense weakness. They were like sharks in that way. Big, dumb, handsome sharks.<br/><br/>An elbow nudged softly against Lance's arm as Emma stepped by him to introduce herself to the doorman. Her eyes briefly met Lance's, a smirk on the edge of her lips. If half of what Emma had heard about this party was true, there would be plenty of time to get her 'arrival buddy' back. The smile let him know it was coming. The devilish look in her eyes said he wouldn't know when.<br/><br/>"Emma." The brunette held out her hand to the guy that had answered the door. "Since when did butlers get so good looking?" Emma gave another smile, returning one joking assumption with another.<br/><br/>It wasn't long after that the hostess 'introduced' herself. Emma's face froze briefly in a look of confusion, not because Izzy was basically treating her like a cat that had wandered inside, but because Emma<em>did</em>recognize the woman that had organized this whole thing. "Uhh...yeah. Thanks." Teenaged Emma abhorred all things Disney. That included all the pretty blondes that she overheard the guys drooling over in that hormonal way only teenaged boys could talk about a girl. So, Emma spent a couple of years throwing jealous eye rolls at every mention of Izzy's name and helpfully contributing a "I bet she's a slut" or two to any conversations about Izzy that she happened to stumble into. And now Emma was here. In her house. At her party. Probably about to watch the Disney Princess get messy drunk and take a guy or two to her room. Man, life sure was funny sometimes.<br/><br/>After the bottleneck at the door, Emma followed most of the crowd to the kitchen, if only because that was the direction that the alcohol was headed. Along the way, she bumped into the life jacket that was Chloe. While they weren't exactly close -- not that you could tell with Chloe's whole hug and European cheek kiss deal -- Chloe was still the only person at the party that Emma knew. "Hey Chloe." Emma left her hands on Chloe's shoulders after the hug and took a step back, taking in the actress from head to toe. "You look good when your brains are on the inside." Another smile and a laugh at her own joke. "Thanks for the invite. This place is just...wow." So maybe Emma wasn't a poet, but to be fair, Poe never had to write verses in a place like this.<br/><br/>Emma found a seat at the kitchen island and raised what was bound to be the first of many drinks to come. It was hard not to feel anxious. Maybe a little awkward too if Emma was being honest. If Izzy's intention was to completely nail down the experience of a high school party, she was killing it so far.<br/><br/>"So what does everyone do for a living?" Emma waved the hand that held her glass around, finger extended and pointing around at everyone that had gathered for some free booze. A boring conversation starter, but one that she genuinely wanted the answer to for a change. There were a lot of faces here that Emma didn't recognize and she wanted to know what kind of crowd she was working with.