(This is a little obsession right now, so, yeah. Enjoy :D)

You were at a simple block party. The usual stuff was there: Sodas, snacks, a dance floor, DJ, you name it. Just no alcohol, we aren’t leaving that around little kids that may have shown up.

You were more closed and isolated. Didn’t talk to really anyone. Fine by you. Until someone decided to march their little extroverted butt on over to you, noticing your lack of enthusiasm. Bea.

Bea: “Hey, hey, hey! You know, they call this place a party for a reason! Why don’t ‘cha have some fun, hm?”