double tap, [ idle teens ]

✧  syrena  ✧

"I think it just wasn't a Le Roux party kind of night, you know?" They were only serving champagne, which Syrena couldn't ever drink without needing to burp, like, a gazillion times. Her feet hurt. A lot of the guests were stuffy adults who just wanted to size her and the others up for what's to come tomorrow. Ridley wasn't even there. Worst of all, the walk from the Le Roux mansion to their next destination- a career-kid rager out on the quarry- is at least going to be an hour long. Night's still young and her makeup is fucking perfect though, so she is already decidedly going to the party, but when she happens to notice the driver of the idle car at the end of the block is her cousin, a plan instantly begins hatching in her brain.

"Is that fucking Charlie?" she asks, eyes flitting over to Elvena and skipping past Aurelie entirely in the process. She doesn't wait for a response, already bursting forward as quickly as she can manage in her heels. Her open palm slaps into the glass window before Charlie can notice her presence and she doubles over with laughter when Charlie screams and throws her water bottle. Syrena eventually mouths the words roll the window down with over-exaggerated lip movements, and her little cousin does as instructed.

"It's the night before reaping. Don't you have a party to be at?"

Syrena rolls her eyes.

"Actually Charlotte, you caught us in between functions. We're headed toward the quarry now. Prince Vanburen invited me." She smirks like it should mean something. She has that ability: deciding the things that should matter in a moment. It's how she maintains power, usually.

"Whose car?"

She spares a glance back to make sure Elvena and Aurelie are following her over. A strand of her blonde hair falls into her face for only a moment before being tucked back behind her ear, she turns back to Charlie, and she hiccups. A second's consideration as her eyes focus on something/nothing in the distance, and then she pops the door handle open.

"Scootch."

Not a choice. An inevitability. She smiles and its as clearly a threat as if she'd pulled out a knife and pressed it to Charlie's throat.

"Don't worry, we just need a ride. You don't have to, like, go in. You'll probably be back home in time to play Dungeons and Dorks with Hayden before bed."