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Erica had spent the majority of her night so far seated comfortably in the lap of a junior boy that she didn't quite catch the name of. In fact, she hadn't really caught much about him, but that was no matter. He had a bag of ice, and a bottle of ruby red grapefruit vodka. He had filled her cup, and she had drank, and they had enjoyed their time together. Brief so it was, as Erica quickly tired of him. Collecting the bottle from him, she had left him with a kiss on his cheek before wandering off again, looking for something more interesting to do. People were everywhere, crowded into the clearing like sardines, and Erica navigated amongst them as best she could, until she came upon a spot without so many bodies. She settled there, sitting with her back against a tree trunk, and the bottle of vodka held between her knees, just watching.
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"Yup," she replied, smirking a little at him. "Or I will be, I guess, once we actually begin the season. I was on the reserves last year, so I didn't get to play much, but this year is going to be totally different," she explained, trailing off a bit, before shrugging her shoulders. "But whatever, right?"
Standing up now, she held the vodka in her free hand, squeezing the bottle a bit as Shelby held her hand. "What brings you out to a party like this, Shelby? All by yourself?"
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