American Beauty

The Mole

"What was that about?" Suzanna asked Crina, a questionable brow raised when she noticed Roku didn't come back.

"Nerves. He needed something to do." A half-truth. "Are you feeling alright?"

"No," she looked away, her expression shifting with the reminder of her mood from earlier. "Maybe... maybe we can talk about it a bit later." She put her hand to her head as the people around them closed into noisy chatter. Crina slipped up next to Suzanna, her shoulder nudging her softly

"Come talk with me a little," Crina insisted, that devilish smirk spreading across her thin lips.

Suzanna sighed and finally relented. "Okay." She stood up, getting out as Derek continued his music endeavor discussion with the girl who was standing outside the hot tub. Crina stood up, eager to follow her but she refrained from hoping out too quickly. She took her time, swinging one leg after the other outside the Jacuzzi before sliding her butt on the edge of the tub and hoping out. She wasn't short by any means, but her hair was and it cupped her neck neatly. The strands were thin, leaving little volume, but the shape made up for that against her porcelain white skin, small nose and round blue eyes. Crina took a few short strides after Suzanna, disappearing back through the sliding glass door and into the fray of bodies.

"Hey man. What were you doing outside?" Keith asked Dean as he watched him come back inside. "Are you leaving?"

"No, I was just seeing that someone was taken care of."

"Oh," he laughed. "Well, come up here then. There are some pretty good girls up here, and they're cute. Playing Beer Pong. You gonna join?"

"I'm in," he smiled and picked up his pace a little.

"Great!" He laughed, coming back to the door.

Little John noticed Dean coming up, and he grinned wider. His eyes glowed softly, but it wasn't noticeable enough to anyone else. "Hey Dean," he smirked. "You come to play a bit?"

"Dean is here?" Chelsea asked, peeking over her brother's shoulder to him.

Dean smiled at them. "Of course! This is a party, isn't it?"

Chelsea smirked, letting go of her brother to walk up to Dean, taking his hands. "Well then, come on." She beamed, the edges of her eyes creasing as she smiled more. "Come play with us."

John shook his head to his sister. "Be nice, Chela," he called her as he walked back to the table with the rest. Their pack had mainly gathered around the table and he watched Andy disappear into the back room. He said he was seeing Duke for some supplies. He was certain of what it was, but they had guests so he would stay here.

He followed her, anxious to enjoy the rest of the party. He wasn't blind to Duke's 'business' either.

Chelsea clung to Dean's arm, looking up at him as they walked back into the main room.

"Hey handsome," Chanelle tapped on Roku's shoulder. "You look like you're brooding. Want a drink?" She was being friendly with him. A lone wolf in a party of wolves always could be a new pack mate.

He looked at her. "I-" he thought better of arguing with her. "Yeah. I'll take a drink."

"Good." She smirked, stepping up under him. She turned her back to him, then glanced up into those broody gaslight blue eyes. They had a nice contrast to his smooth black hair. "Where are you from? I haven't seen your face before."

He watched her turn and tried to calm down a little. "Far away," he answered.

"Europe? Asia? The Australian Outback?" She teased, "Give me a name. Please." She puckered her lower lip, attempting to feign innocence. She let her back press against his chest as she tucked her head against her shoulder, pretending that she was trying to keep back from the people passing by.