Right, Miles Lufkin! Jeremiah's best friend! It was all starting to make sense, and she supposed if Nicola or Max were at an event that she had been banned from, she would've cried about it for a bit, but disguising herself would have been one of her top ideas. She reached out and tugged on one of his dreadlocks, amused by the look.
"It suits you, I think!"
She smiled, but then thought about how sad it must be that he had to sneak into a party full of his friends and teammates. Mattie had of course heard the news behind Jeremiah's suspension, but she had never believed that her friend could have...could you be malicious about taking whatever he took? She couldn't see Jeremiah stepping a single toe out of bounds, so it was quite surprising that he'd been found guilty of cheating.
But, sometimes people got desperate. Mattie knew the feeling, thinking about all the ridiculous hours she'd worked just to keep a roof over her head these past few years, or the dirty, grungy places she'd performed in. If she'd found a quick fix on one of her more lonely nights, she couldn't be sure she wouldn't have taken it.
"I'm okay," she said, though her cheek did feel tender. It had been an accident, what more could she say? "Actually---"
Mattie let out a shriek as a bucket of purple paint was chucked in their direction, drenching the two. Her hands were up, and she wondered what more could crash into her this evening.