With a sudden fire burning under her ass, she managed to change, do something with her olive-toned face, and finger brush her dark hair into some semblance of satisfactory loose waves before her ride arrived. Remarkably, Breckin had made it to the beach house only 15 minutes behind what she was supposed to be there by, and she smiled smugly at the man tending the doorway as she patted him affectionately on the shoulder while she brushed by. Normally she wouldn't care about her late arrival, feeling as though it was completely acceptable to show up to one of these gigs whenever she felt like it. But this time, she actually had a hand in orchestrating and influencing this party. It made her feel slightly responsible to physically be there when the majority of people showed up, but that was where her obligations ended. Not her rodeo, not her clowns.
It didn't take long for the crowd to swell and the music to shift from slightly too loud, to blaring club tempo. The bass in the beat shook her chest as she found a spot at the bar to grab two drinks. One for her, and the other one for her too, she downed one of them in two swigs as she pulled away from the airy great room that had turned into the party's dance floor. The night was clear and comfortable, and the breeze coming through the wall of open glass doors that lead to the pool area almost made the heat of the bodies in the house bearable. Almost, but not enough.
The heat was stifling as the drink finally hit and settled at the bottom of her empty stomach, and suddenly she wasn't in the mood to mingle. There were only so many cheery hi's and hello's she could dole out, and small talk that she could rate as tolerable before her nerves started to wear raw.
She needed a fucking break.
"I'm sorry, I don't really care about anything you were just trying to explain to me," she said to the latest well-dressed gossip with a faux apologetic smile. "If you'll excuse me, I'm going to go get some air." Before waiting for a retort she made her exit stage right, heading for sanctuary beneath a wooden pergola on the pool deck. Mercifully, that corner of the property was close to undisturbed by the ones that had opted to spend their night lounging in the heated pool, and she pressed her back to the cool beam with a heavy sigh. The pleasure of simple relief overcame her, and she couldn't resist the desire to find her stashed cigarette and lighter to remedy her fraying attitude.
Blocking the ocean wind with one hand, and lighting with the other, she took a long drag before exhaling slowly. Her deep brown eyes closed, and for a few seconds - probably more like a few minutes - she kept them like that, listening to the contrast of laughter and music to the right of her, and the crashing waves and rush of wind to the left.
OOC: what I envision her to look like at the party https://www.dhresource.com/0x0s/f2-albu-...floral.jpg
Needed a change of pace, so this is just a fun, low-key, no-pressure kind of thread! Basically just a human pony beach house party! Anyone's welcome ;]