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ᴇᴍɪʟʏ ᴛʜᴏʀɴᴛᴏɴ ɢʀᴀʙs her friend's hands, yanking her closer to the party that they just arrived to. After the dinner celebration, Davina's mom went back to the Cameron's house with her mom friends, leaving her daughter to attend the Bone Yard party.
"We're not even dressed appropriately, they're going to look at us weird." Davina's thankful that she had a short dress on, unlike Emily who's struggling to pull her dress up from the ground.
"Does it really matter? There's alcohol here!" Nathan chimes back. As the trio walk on the beach towards the random people whom are all drinking in red solo cups, Emily claps her hands in excitement, letting the dress drag on the warm sand underneath her.
"I'm going to get us some drinks, I'll be right back."
Davina scans the crowd, noticing pogues and kooks are all in one place, usually this happens every year, however, there's alright a fight that will eventually break lose as the night goes on. She never minded the pogues, they're regular people like herself, but she was never fond of how they deal with situations sometimes - violence is the key to everyone here.
"Oh! I see Rafe, I'll be right back." Emily gives her friend a kiss on the cheek before making her way to Rafe and his group of friends who all have red solo cups in their hands, unlike what happened at the dinner they all came from, Rafe Cameron finally acknowledges her friend as he embraces her in a tight hug.
"Weirdo," Davina mumbles to herself. She looks over to where Nathan went to see the boy talking to girls, forgetting that he told his friends he was going to get them drinks.
The girl begins to walk around the party barefoot as she holds her black heels in her hands. She walks up to a keg and pours herself a drink, feeling her heels get taken from her grasp, she turns around to see a boy with shady blonde hair and blue eyes smiling at her, "I saw you struggling." he admitted.
Davina let's out a genuine chuckle, "I didn't want to put them on the ground, knowing me I'll forget them there."
The boy looks down on what she's wearing - a fancy red dress as her hair is fully down on her back, he instantly knew she wasn't a pogue and a hostile vibe came across them, "you're a kook?"
Davina mentally rolls her brown eyes at the sound of the title of what people in Figure Eight are defined by. She hates being tilted, she isn't a product to be labeled as anything, she's a person and the boy in front of her is too.
"Don't call me that."
"Why? isn't that what you are."
"No," she admits softly, extending her hand out for the boy who still has her heels in his hands, she gives him a smile, "my name is Davina, but my friends call me Dev, nice to meet you."
