Carly loved parties. She was good at them, too. Not throwing them by any means, but she was good at being at parties. To be at a party, all you had to do was drink and not get anyone killed. On second thought, Carly was only half-good at parties. But that was okay, because one of the conditions Yanagi had laid down to her as the vampire dragged her to this shindig was that Carly couldn't hurt anyone. They were in college now, and college students had to act like civilized people - despite the fact that Carly knew her best friend, Finn, had videotapes of college students not acting very civilized at all. When she brought those up, Yanagi quietly changed the subject.
So it came to pass that the two mini-sized friends showed up at Micah's door. Carly wasn't even sure how she found out about this thing - vampire hearing was amazing - but she sure as hell was going to pretend like she belonged there. Yanagi didn't quite know that they weren't exactly invited, but she probably could piece it together on her own. And because she offered no protest, Carly took that as a season pass to do whatever the hell she liked.
Because this was a cool college party, Carly had decided to wear cool college clothes. Her options were quite limited given the fact that it was hard to find creative ways to cover every inch of her skin between the base of her skull and the tips of her toes, but she came up with something. First, she ensured that her clothing had no blood on it. Yanagi insisted that cool college kids didn't like blood. Then, she had to figure out how to be fancy without being fancy. Yanagi suggested a tie, but Carly threw that one out the window - she hated ties. After a bit of shopping when she realized that virtually all of her clothing had blood on it in some way, Carly came up with an outfit that was blood-free and college-friendly. She was so proud of herself.
Pulling on the brim of her newsboy cap, Carly said a brief good-bye to her angelic best friend before ditching her for the real reason she had come - the booze. Yes, Carly needed a drink, and she needed it now. The fact that she didn't have to pay for it made things all the better. She loved it when she got stuff for free, especially when she didn't have to kill anyone to get it.
The kitchen was packed, but her small size allowed her to quickly squeeze in between people. A few glasses swayed as she shoved on by, little droplets of rum-n-coke and fruity girl drinks splashing her chunky combat boots. Pulling the edges of her blazing orange-and-yellow hoodie closer together, she finally reached the counter that served as a bar for this little shindig.
She toyed almost nervously with the neck of her sleek black turtleneck, the edges of her leather gloves blunting her fingertips slightly. Now was the part where she had to be convincing, and show everyone that she belonged here. Clearing her throat loudly, she looked up at the makeshift bartender with a broad grin. "I'd like one bourbon with roofies, please!"
He stared at her blankly, hesitant.
When he didn't respond, she scowled. "Are you deaf? I said I want a bourbon with roofies! That's what college kids put in their drinks, roofies, so I want them too." She paused, thin lips crinkling into a puzzled line. "Because I'm a college student. Like all of you." She paused again. "Gimme my fucking drink."