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Rhea groaned, hearing someone call her name, it was a voice she didn't hear very often. She rolled onto her side and one of her eyes peeled open. She saw a boy, and a small smile formed on her face. "[color=6ecff6]Hey, Dave. I'm feeling fine, how about yourself?[/color]" She pulled herself up onto her knees, grabbing the nearest water and taking a swig of it. For some reason it tasted very bitter, and Rhea had a hard time swallowing it. (Little did she know, Dave had spiked most of the drinks.) She figured it was just the alcohol she had drank earlier, and she took another drink. "[color=6ecff6]Thanks for asking, by the way. I'm glad you're concerned. When did we invite Dave you guys?[/color]" The last few words ran from Rhea's lips like a small flood. She pressed her temples, and sighed. What was wrong with her now? She knew she only took a small sip of that whiskey, but she was acting strange.