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faisons un vœu
Maisie
Wasn't like she was complaining at the moment though. Reaching out in the bag and pulling out two lollipops, handing one to Drake. Before raising her eyebrows at him when he asked her about herself. Taking the candy out of her mouth, furrowing her brows trying to think of things to tell him. "..I like art." She did, Maisie was infatuated with it. Graffiti was an art and anyone who told her otherwise was just dumb. But other than that what else was she supposed to talk about? She wasn't very interesting. She doubted that she could keep him in the slightest bit intrigued with anything she talked about, especially if the topic was about herself.
"Well.. what do you wanna know?" She shrugged.
Grace smiled at Carter, gladly letting her refill the glass, It was comforting to know that not everyone believed the rumor. Taking her words to heart and drinking the other shot she refilled, wincing as the liquor went down, it didn't taste very well. But then again did anyone really drink for the taste? Speaking of the taste, Carter decided to get something sweeter which made Grace much more excited for alcohol. Her eyes widened at Carter's jab at the two of them, clearing her throat and deciding to ignore that and the blush that was clear on her face. "Mmhm. Yep. To the birthday girl." Raising the shot glass to Alaska, before quickly downing another. Maybe she should probably slow down a little..
Looking over to Sawyer when she'd mentioned the ski trip. Smiling at the 'we' part of her sentence, although Grace hadn't really thought about it, she remembered Ash mentioning it a few weeks ago. It sounded fun, maybe getting away from WestBrook would be a nice change of pace for a little while, away from the prying eyes, emphasis on the eyes. As Grace spotted a cheerleader staring at her oddly, probably noticing the three shots she'd just drank. "I would want to go." Giving a small shrug. Grace wasn't going to make Sawyer come with her, even if it'd probably be way more enjoyable. "But we don't have to if you don't want to." Adjusting the fedora that Sawyer had placed on her own head earlier.