Well, she didn't have anything better to do. Sage parked on the other side of the street of the house a few feet away and exited the car with ease, surveying the area as she did so. It was a promising crowd: people rushing in, all with a great sense of expectancy... as if parties were the only source of excitement in a high schooler's life. Which it was, really. It was the reason people were so attracted to these events: a flood of people all wanting nothing but a good time. Of course something was going to happen. It was inevitable. With a toss of her hair and a slow leisurely pace, Sage walked into the house of a student she honestly had forgotten the name of. It was a good crowd, really; it had the promise of a good party, anyway.
She didn't know why she was disappointed. After all, it was spring break. Something had to be different. But apparently, not much was going to happen this spring break. Just more of the same old thing. She took a drink she found on a table, unnamed and unclaimed, taking a long sip before spitting it back into the cup. Ugh, she had forgotten how much she hated beer. Which was unfortunate, seeing as it was the drink of choice at most high school parties. It took at least thirty minutes of a good party to get the taste for beer, in Sage's case. She put the cup back where it belonged, ignoring a few bewildered stares and blanches of the people nearby, and began going around the party. Familiar faces were always a good sign, and a few new faces were an even better. She smiled and leaned against a wall, lighting a cigarette and bringing it to her lips. There was nothing like a good cigarette to get your insides buzzing.
Sage knew she was too pale for the dimmed lights of this party, but she didn't care. Let them stare, let their eyes be drawn to the whiteness of her hair and her skin. Her hair was left long and straight, and she had worn the simplest outfit she had: a white T-shirt, pale denim jeans, and black combat boots. She wasn't the best dressed person here, but she had never wanted that. She just needed something to do, and she lived for parties. It was an excuse to get out of the house, it was a way to people-watch, and you were bound to meet someone new. Maybe have a meaningful conversation, for once.
"Hey, do you know where the bathroom is?"
"Duuude,that girl is totally into me!"
"He's here, oh my gosh, he's here. What do I do? Help me!"
Or... not. She stared at the boy asking for the bathroom lethargically until he grew uncomfortable and mumbled a hasty goodbye, scurrying away, most likely to his friends to whisper about the weird girl on the other side of the room. But really, how could she have any idea where the bathroom was? It wasn't that she was unfriendly; Sage made conversation easily. It was only when the conversation starter was completely ridiculous that she found no energy to even wan to reply. If this was how the rest of the party was going to be, she might decide to leave before the cops come. But the night was young... so she stood there, alone. Watching. Hoping. Waiting.