Teyha groaned softly, letting herself be dragged Behind her friend by the wrist. A party? Like she needed MORE human interaction. "Sorrie..." She began in a whine, the shorter girl casting back a sour look at her, only to tug her along with far less mercy than before. For such a short chubby girl she had a hell of a grip, and Teyha didn't care to try to dislodge her from here she had worked her way curling around her arm.
She could hear the booming beat of music long before they actually reached the house, and Sorrie simply shoved the door open, only to release Teyha the moment they stepped through the frame of the door and disappear into the crowd to cackle lowly about whoever else decided to show at the gathering.
Awkwardly the girl stood in the doorway, eyes wide and frightful. First instinct told her to run fast away from the offending scene, and back to the comfort of her obnoxiously loud music, lacking only the vermin of young adults that polluted this home. Instead she simply moved forward, frowning, before anyone could shove her out of their way.
The small town college kids who grouped around her dance and grooved with abandon, as if to scream 'I'm adult!' without a shred of evidence to back suck claim. She recognised a few, raising a brow at the 'freshmen fifteen' they seemed to gain. In the near year she was living away from her parents she was more transformed from her high school image, but in an utterly different way. Once heavier then the friend who forced her to the party, Teyha was now bordering too skinny. Lack of food and daily walks to her job trimmed her waist down, and narrowed her body substantially. Her long stringy hair that hung limply down her back was all but lobbed off to curl around her ears, the bangs shorn around her eyes to fall messily in front of her line of sight. Even her clothes, rather the clothes Sorrie bummed for her to wear, where entirely different from the comfortable attire she was used to.
She had thought it was slutty when presented with it, but looking around now saw herself as the picture of modesty. Her loosely draped white top hung with sleeves that flowed around her elbows, the shirt itself draping to almost her knees, to flash the patterned tights that 'Showed skin without showing skin'... As the girl she was borrowing from put it. Most annoying were the ankle high boots paired with the look, and the awkward way she couldn't walk in them.
With one hand on the wall she stumbled around the edge of the refreshment table to pour herself a cup of the punch. Hell, if she couldn't dance or talk to anyone, she might as well eat!