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Erica had been more-or-less just mingling around the dance. She hadn't gone with a date this time around, preferring just to go on her own, and see how the night turned out. If she decided later on that she wanted company, she would get it, as simple as that. She had dressed to fly to leave by herself, but that could wait until later. She had danced a few times, and she was on her way back to the punch table, when she had noticed Brian standing next to her. Her brow immediately furrowed, and she began to make her way over, but before she could even get two paces, something completely out of the ordinary happened. Abernathy was there, running into him, saying something, and laughing. Erica's brow only furrowed further, as she felt a flash of protective anger, which she quickly pushed down. Nothing bad would happen, she just needed to keep her eyes on the situation. And acquire some back-up. There was zero hesitation in her movement as she shoved her way gently through the crowd of dancers, her eyes peeled for a familiar face. When she spotted Addy, she moved up behind the older girl, pulling on her arm. "Come here, you have to fucking see this."
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"She looks destroyed," Erica corrected, staring right along with her. She couldn't help but quirk a little smile at the brothercousins comment; that one did always tickle her so. "I don't think she cares who he is, but he isn't feeling it at all," the dark-haired girl muttered, watching her brother. She had spent enough time with him over the years to gather the gist of his body language.
Right now, he was somewhere between oh-god-please-no, and deciding on flight or.. well, flight was usually what he chose. Fight didn't really factor in. "If she touches him, he's going to lose his shit. Drunk girls are covered in like, microbes and shit."
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