WHO: Tessa + Mal (+ Brax and Lysander I guess) WHEN: New Year's Eve WHAT: WHERE:
Tessa had spent most of the evening trying to pretend like she wasn't staring at the unfairly sexy friend of Brax's that "just so happened" to have been invited to this party. It wasn't like the entire affair was really private, meaning she had no real reason to think that her best friend and her best friend's boyfriend were setting her up. No real reason except Tessa knew Mal. She was still working out Brax but Mal was like an open book to her now. Not just an open book but one she'd read a thousand times. It was no coincidence that mere days after Tessa had absentmindedly declared one of the members of Brax's band "unfairly attractive" and "her kind of trouble" that that same member showed up at a party she was at.
So rather than play along, she'd kept herself far enough away that her body and eyes wouldn't betray her. Tessa was dressed to kill, so there was no shortage of men looking to win her attention. She'd turned them all away with cool gazes, not in the mood to play any games tonight. At least she had before the drinks she'd had started to whittle away at her control. Or maybe it was the fact that said unfair amount of trouble was one of the only ones that hadn't come and tried to talk to her. Had she been wrong about Mal's scheming? Tessa didn't think so but her relaxed brain kept second guessing herself. Shifting so her already short skirt rode up more, complimented by the knee-high boots she wore, Tessa blew a strand of honey blonde hair out of her face exasperatedly.
"Look, I don't mean to be rude, but you're really starting to get on my nerves," she said to the dude droning on beside her. "Can we just move along now?" she asked, eyes indicating plainly what she meant by that. He shook his head, muttering something indecent, before getting up and sulking off. "Finally," she breathed, taking another drink and closing her eyes in relief for a moment.