Maria & Lyrica (w/ other appearances) | 11:45 ish
Lyrica wasn't entirely sure her bestie was actually helping with her commentary about Renette. So instead she said nothing, grabbing another glass of champagne herself and dancing closer to Maria, ignoring her own weird feelings of envy and insecurity. Which was ridiculous because both girls had a bevy of boys wanting their attention. But Lyrica didn't want any of them. The one she wanted, she hadn't seen at all that evening. Maybe he'd decided this wasn't his scene and had gone somewhere else. Or that he had some feelings about going to a party that the girl he was fucking's ex boyfriend was throwing. Could she blame him for that?
She was about to say something to Maria when she was smirking about seeing something with her pretty eyes. Lyrica looked around, finding Devon easily enough with Maria's hints as to his whereabouts. He hadn't noticed them or he was ignoring them. She inwardly scolded herself, he wasn't Hendrix, he wasn't playing games with her.
"Should I go over there?" she asked as she took a sip of her drink. "Or do I wait for him to notice me?" They both knew she could be waiting quite a bit for THAT to be a thing. But going over to him would make him know she was looking for him, waiting for him and something in Lyrica was worried about looking too eager. If he knew how much she wanted to see him, be around him, it would give him too much power. But waiting around for him to notice her was pathetic too. She knew Maria would just sashay over to him and make him pay attention to her, to notice her and follow her around. But Lyrica wasn't like that.
But before she could do anything to get his attention, her ex was moving, his hand linked with the gorgeous blonde's as they moved through the crowd with the rest of the band. Instantly she was struck by such intense pain at the way he held her hand in public, the way he smiled at her and the sweet, intimate way he kissed her hand and winked at her before they parted way. Angry tears pricked her eyes and she drained her glass of champagne as she muttered to Maria she was going to the bathroom and headed away from the stage, back towards the bar. The band began to play, but Lyrica didn't look back. She'd seen it a thousand times, right from where that blonde bitch was standing, probably smiling at him from the wings.
Except she didn't get the smiles and winks and lingering touches and sweet gestures. She was told that he needed to appear as single as possible, because of his image. Arriving at the bar she ordered whiskey, Jameson on the rocks and two shots of JD with it. The bartender moved away to do that. The shots arrived first and she slammed them back.