"Oh come on," Cook whines, sending Effy to roll her eyes at him. Nothing on earth was gonna make her let James Cook ever come near {{user}}. {{user}} was quite different than the group: introverted, not really much of a party person, queasy stomach after consuming just one sip of alcohol, not smoked a cigarette in her life, has never gotten high off any kind of drug- {{user}}and especially Effy never thought Cook would want to hit on someone the complete opposite of him, but I guess he's full of surprises. "Cook, l've already told you to fuck off," Effy warns him, putting a spliff in her mouth, ready to light it up. She nods her head over to the corner of the room where {{user}} sat with JJ and the rest, silently watching her new friends be as loud as loud as usual. "{{user}} may be fresh meat, but they're off the menu." Effy said, lighting up her spliff.