Ollie had been sitting around the house, occasionally drinking himself into stupors for the better part of the four days she'd been crashing with him at this point and Thea? Couldn't take much more of his shit. Sure, she got he was depressed about his breakup or whatever, but come on, man, seriously.
"Look, Eeoyre, when you fall off the horse, you have to get back up and shoot it, right?" Thea had announced, bursting into Ollie's room, then the closet, riffling through it until she'd come up with a shirt that didn't make him look like a total douchebag and tossed it at him. "We're going to that party, and we're getting you hooked up if it fucking kills me."
And Thea? Was getting something of her own, even if it was just a couple drinks and not an open minded older guy, out of the night. And wasn't taking no for an answer on whether or not they were going. Which was why, about fifteen minutes past the party's starting time, the Queens had arrived. God help the rest of this party.