Cave Rave

[noonelaughed]

It seems like it's been forever since Chris has been to a real, proper blowout. There aren't exactly any clubs on the island for this sort of thing, and the last time Chris had any kind of party in his own hut, it'd taken him fuckin' ages to properly sort out the damage. As it was, he was still finding brownie crumbs and other people's coats when

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[well_yeah_but]

Behind her, Tony pulls a face, wondering who the hell invited anyone so clearly dead set on being a wet blanket, but the next moment he's slid up beside her, bare-chested and smiling. She can't beat them; obviously he needs to convince her to join them.

"Hi," he says, blue-eyed gaze fixed on her as if she's the only thing in the room.

[lucked]

The bare chest is distracting for a second. Only a second- and really, who can blame her?- before she looks up and offers the boy a smile, polite, but distant. The problem with these parties is that so many are under the influence, behaving differently than the norm, and as silly as it is to say, having Chris turn her affections away after they kissed at the first party was definitely a blow to Claire's confidence. A lesson to avoid getting her hopes up at venues like these. Still, the brunette in front of her doesn't appear to be completely wasted, so Claire decides that there probably isn't too much harm in giving him a chance.

"Hey," she smiles, crossing her arms over her chest, visibly shy.

[well_yeah_but]

"Did you make these?" Tony asks and motions to the cupcakes without shifting his gaze. That she's uncomfortable is obvious, but he can use that, and he's still smiling as he leans across her and reaches for one of the cupcakes. "Want to make sure I know what I'm getting into, here."

[lucked]

Compliantly, Claire steps out of the way as the boy leans over to reach for a cupcake. Or, well, does her best. He's a lot taller than she is, for one thing, and there's quite a crowd gathering around the table too, making it impossible for her to just slip off unnoticed. (The fact that she makes this observation puts her at unease, too, that lack of a getaway.) Mostly, though, she's just trying to be polite right then, blinking as his neck ends up just inches from her face. His skin's remarkably pale, though in a way that suits him, like he's made of porcelain.

"Uh-huh," she confirms, her smile just a touch easier. "Chocolate cupcakes, complete with goldfish frosting, since the host of this party really likes his fish. I've never really asked him why."

[well_yeah_but]

"You know, I don't think I've ever asked him, either," Tony says, briefly canting his head in thought before he leans back again, cupcake in hand. "He's always had them, even back home. He didn't have a house, but he had a fish. Used to feed them pills."

[lucked]

However distracting the boy was, Claire finds herself completely distracted at the mention of feeding pills to fish. She's not really science-savvy by any stretch of the imagination- she got a C in biology, one of her lowest grades, in spite of her renewed interest- but it seems pretty clear to her that pills aren't a fish's standard dinner fare, and her lips gape from the surprise of hearing that all.

"He fed fish pills, why would he... that can't be good for the fish," she says, feeling a little sheepish for how obvious the statement is, before she starts and stands straighter, remembering herself. "Oh god, sorry, that caught me a bit off-guard." Her lips turn up in a smile.

"So, you're a friend of Chris'? Well," Claire holds out a hand. "It's nice to meet you. I'm Claire. Also a friend of his, though obviously not from home."