Symphony felt a slight buzz from her previous two drinks, her fingers wrapped around her third. The soft pink of her neatly manicured nails contrasted starkly against the red of the plastic cup, but that hardly mattered since it was so dark inside. She realized that only about half of the people in the room were actually old enough to drink, which didn't matter anyways but it made her feel a little old. "Hey, how old are you?" She asked the same boy with the tattoo's" she was petite and therefore fairly smaller than most people her age and younger, but still she felt like they would look at her and automatically guess she was older.
(Starter-Toby) Symphony was twenty three years old but was still in college getting her Master's degree while working full time as a journalist. One thing she enjoyed most about college life was the parties. She could admit that she smoked a little more than just cigarettes and she simply enjoyed to have a good time. She was at one such party at that moment. She had just finished dancing and collapsed onto the couch with a beer in her hand besides some random boy who she hadn't been introduced to. She gazed along his muscular arm and smiled slightly. "Nice tats" she said leaning in so that he could hear her over the music. Most of her own tattoos were either small or in places you couldn't see them unless she wanted you to.
Chris sighed and took deep breathe then looked down and his her face in his chest. "I'm so sorry Jaxon.. I didn't mean to go off like that I was just upset.. About everything, I can't do this anymore, I'm so scared." She cried.