Kylie "Grease" Evans

"Oh you shut your mouth you bastard!" Grease slurred, returning her brothers hug with a smile. It was rare to see her so lovingly open. "I am barely drunk! I've only had half of four bottles of vodka." She said with a gleeful chuckle, giving Matt a loud kiss on the cheek, one like a parent might give to their child on the first day of kindergarten. "And besides there is plenty of reason to celebrate!" She gave Matt and affectionate noogie, which looked more like a drunken pat on the head. She didn't seem all the affected by the sudden entrance of the stranger, she seemed more interested in jabbing Damian in the ribs to see if he would flinch. 

There was something about this stranger that Grease recognized, but she passed it off as someone she might have just seen in passing. At the moment she seemed far too drunk to care about how this, or maybe she was just trying to ignore this feeling. But as soon as the stranger mentioned Big Four as opposed to Big Five Grease felt strangely offended. She really shouldn't have, as the Big Five had been the Big Four only minutes ago, but she still stood up a big straighter as she addressed the stranger. "Yeah...lady...you have a lot of nerve coming around here." She took a moment to refocus, leaning against Mathew for a moment. 

"I'll have you know that Matty here has just been promoted to a Big and it would do you a hellava good to treat him with some respect." At this point it seemed like Grease wasn't even talking to the stranger anymore, she was talking down towards the ground. There was something about this stranger that Grease was just not liking. She seemed to act like she was better then them, or at least that's how a drunken Kylie interpreted Mia's confidence. How dare this stranger waltz into their bark during her little brothers celebration, just to brush off all of their intimidation factors.