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Freya was unsure about how the conversation became about the pastries being served at the party. Had she not heard what Freya just asked? In fact, she was confused as to how this had turned into a conversation in the first place. The simple plan in asking this girl to delete the photo and for them to move on with their lives was clearly far more complicated. At this point she probably should have just ignored the flash she had noticed. “I didn’t approach you to talk about… the refreshments and music,” She retorted, her tone stoic, in that it was more a matter-of-fact comment rather an attempt to insult.
The idea of Freya’s photo being taken hadn’t even particularly angered her, but when the photographer was arguing that it was her imagination that had seen it, that emotion started to arise. Freya trusted her instinct, and her own mind over what anyone else would tell her. Especially over what this girl was trying to tell her. Even more considering the fact that Freya hadn’t been drinking - and this person certainly had.
As that observation came over her, Freya couldn’t unsee it. This girl was drunk, and possibly dictating her actions right now. It was potentially why she had been trying to blame Freya’s mind, and maybe why she was stumbling in her steps, drowning amongst the sea of bodies around them. [color= darksalmon]“I think you need to get out of here,” [/color] She told her, mainly thinking out loud. When she realised how that sounded, she shook her head as if to dismiss that statement. [color= darksalmon]“I mean, you shouldn’t be here,” [/color] Freya attempted again. Though with trying to avoid stating the obvious that she was too drunk, combined with the difficulty in talking over the music, it was seemingly impossible for her to get the intended message across.
She had wanted to leave the ball anyway. Doing so with someone else she certainly had not anticipated, but it just hadn’t felt right to leave this girl in her current state. Getting her outside, though, was the extent to her plans. So when they were stood outside the building, Freya now felt lost. [color= darksalmon]“Is your… room near? Or can you get to it or something?”[/color] She questioned, looking around and hoping this girl would give her some clue on what the next plan of action would be.
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@Kristi Thalia