Angel was glad the school year was over for a few months. Honestly, she had been slipping so bad--her grades were suffering, her art had become so bland. It was just too much for her. So when she got invited to come out, surprisingly she accepted. Usually, she would have politely declined just to work on her art, or to do something else real "angel" like. She sat at the bar, stabbing at the ice cubes with the small straws that the bartender had provided for her. Her friends all scattered the moment they crossed the threshold, but Angel? She had went right to the bar, found a seat, and enjoyed the popular tunes blaring loudly through the speaker. She heard her name being called, so naturally she looked up and scanned the room until she laid eyes on a familiar face. Stefan. Someone she had grew up with. Hey."
a smile danced across her features as she stuck one arm out to greet him with a hug. "Free drinks."
she answered, raising the clear glass to show him. She had been babysitting the drink though, she didn't intend on getting super drunk. "What are you doing here? Still party hopping?"
Back in the day, he was the man with all the connects as far as partying went.