Tumblr had been busy all day, helping Dom and Betsey decorate the location and dressing up for the party with Bijou. In the end, she'd decided to wear a black dress-- which vaguely resembled the iconic white dress Marilyn Monroe had once worn-- much to the delight of Betsey. But now she had nothing more to do than enjoying herself, which turned out to be difficult since she knew that 4chan would be there. Maybe it was silly, but he was the cause for her paranoia. All evening long, Crea had been wary and careful, thinking that sooner or later David would find a way to fuck up everything.
Yet, she hadn't seen him around until now-- which was a good sign, right-- and allowed herself a drink or two at the bar. Technically, she wasn't old enough to drink yet, but nobody really seemed to care about this issue. Halfway on her way toward the bar, she saw him sitting there. Crea thought about hiding or making herself invisible, but 4chan had most likely seen her already.