Allana Solo (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} sanguinesolo) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} wariscoming, |
Now that they were out of the crowd Allana could see that Kon was definitely out of his element. She noted the disapproving glances he was shooting off at everyone with anything stronger than a drink in their hands and raised her eyebrows in surprise. Then again, she mused as she took another sip of her drink I guess it makes sense. Clark’s supposed to be his mentor and the guy is probably in the dictionary next to ‘rules.’ I mean, he charges around stopping muggings and wears a cape because his mom made it for him. He is probably not so much big on the drugs. She couldn’t tell, however, if Kon was following along with Clark’s beliefs, nervous about being caught at the party, or merely feeling awkward in an unfamiliar social situation.
"Looks like you're used to this kind of thing?"
“Does it?” Allana asked, brightened and sat up a bit straighter before it occurred to her that, coming from someone obviously uncomfortable in this scene, that might not exactly be a compliment. “I mean,” she went on a little self-consciously as she swung her legs above the ground from her perch, “this is my cousin’s party so I do know someone here. Plus, when I first got here, I hitched a ride with Cade down to Vegas and hung out there for like a week. Then one of my best friends, you might remember her, Jennifer Check? She had a couple pretty crazy parties, not crazy like this, mostly drinking and, um—“ she cut off and blushed as she realized the embarrassing impossibility of saying ’and attempts at crazy orgies’ to Kon, “and, um, you know, other stuff. After a while it kind of stops fazing you, you know? And it can be fun, you know, just saying ‘hey, screw it’ to all your responsibilities for a little while. Won’t get to do that when I’m older, back home, too much scrutiny.”
She took another sip of her drink and let her gaze wander out over the porch and yard, and bit her lip. “Back home though? Definitely not, I was totally sheltered. I mean, everyone always said they weren’t going to coddle me, and I did hear a lot of stuff normal kids didn’t I guess, I went with my grandparents on peace-keeping missions and no one ever censored current events for me so I saw a lot of stuff. Drugs or parties though? No way. When I first got here I wasn’t even used to hanging out with people my own age. I mean, I couldn’t tell anyone my real name or make friends and actually be honest with them at home, much less get to see,” she waved her hand to indicate the scene around her, “any of this.” It was weird, when she’d first gotten here she’d wanted nothing more than to go home. She still missed her versions of grandparents and Jaina as well as Ben, Anji and even great uncle Luke and his lectures desperately, but going home meant losing the people here. It might even mean forgetting them. It meant going back to Hapes and never having the opportunity to be an irresponsible teenager again.
“What about you?” she asked as she shook off the semi-serious mood she’d somehow slipped into and smiled up at her friend. You are too easy to talk to sometimes. I have to watch that or I’ll end up embarrassing myself. “You seem kind of…not so much used to this?” The tone was, again, curious rather than judgmental. Somehow this didn’t seem like something to tease Kon about, easy as it would be to mock his sudden responsible side.