Post by Sophia Foster on May 27, 2021 14:08:39 GMT -5
If there was one word to describe Sophie, it was jaded. She was used to throwing parties like this. She was used to the music and the chattering and the smell of cheap alcohol. She'd used a new friend's house for this event and pulled it together quickly, but she'd managed to spike a batch of punch and get enough beer to keep them covered for a while.
She herself had a cup of actual punch in her hands. It wasn't that she didn't drink, but she didn't see events like this as the right time or place for that. It wouldn't do her any good, and she wasn't throwing the party with a primary goal of having fun. She may not like to think of herself as her father's daughter, but that ambitious business mind had passed on to her, and she wouldn't waste an opportunity like this to network. She heard her father's voice in her mind telling her it wasn't really networking the way she did it, but she brushed it aside. He had taught her that nothing in this world came through good fortune, but beside that she didn't need any of his lessons.
In her experience, the kind of kids who came to things like this were more reckless, and recklessness was the one thing she associated with all trust fund kids. She didn't need allies now, but in the future she might. She'd been close to declaring war on her father plenty of times, and she was just a child. When push came to shove - and she was sure it would some day - she was determined to come out in the lead.
As one boy she'd been talking to was dragged away to dance with another girl Sophie's eyes cut through the crowd and landed on a brunette. She was different than the other teens Sophia had spent the night talking to. She seemed quiet, and refined. The shy type were of no interest to her, but Sophie wanted a break from scheming. "You ok?" she asked with a half smile. "You look out of place... like a coffee drinker in a café that only serves tea." Her tone was a bit too bubbly to match her true mood, but she'd spent the past few hours pretending to be at least tipsy and she didn't want that mask to slip.
She herself had a cup of actual punch in her hands. It wasn't that she didn't drink, but she didn't see events like this as the right time or place for that. It wouldn't do her any good, and she wasn't throwing the party with a primary goal of having fun. She may not like to think of herself as her father's daughter, but that ambitious business mind had passed on to her, and she wouldn't waste an opportunity like this to network. She heard her father's voice in her mind telling her it wasn't really networking the way she did it, but she brushed it aside. He had taught her that nothing in this world came through good fortune, but beside that she didn't need any of his lessons.
In her experience, the kind of kids who came to things like this were more reckless, and recklessness was the one thing she associated with all trust fund kids. She didn't need allies now, but in the future she might. She'd been close to declaring war on her father plenty of times, and she was just a child. When push came to shove - and she was sure it would some day - she was determined to come out in the lead.
As one boy she'd been talking to was dragged away to dance with another girl Sophie's eyes cut through the crowd and landed on a brunette. She was different than the other teens Sophia had spent the night talking to. She seemed quiet, and refined. The shy type were of no interest to her, but Sophie wanted a break from scheming. "You ok?" she asked with a half smile. "You look out of place... like a coffee drinker in a café that only serves tea." Her tone was a bit too bubbly to match her true mood, but she'd spent the past few hours pretending to be at least tipsy and she didn't want that mask to slip.