Hunter wasted no time in zoning in on Rowan like a heat-seeking missile. She had already snuck out of the dance a couple of times to take a quick glug from the flask that she was keeping concealed against her thigh, and though there was color in her cheeks, she was at least neither throwing up or falling down drunk yet. It was just a little Christmas spirit, that was all. She was composed enough that no teachers had even needed to deal with her, which was always a good sign.

"Giiiiiiiiiiiiirl," she practically shouted, bounding over to where Ro was sitting, and ungracefully plopping into the chair across from her. "What's good with the good? Y'all having fun?"