[h1]Injae Park[/h1]
[@Mr Allen J][@BurningDaisies]
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Ratchet raised an eyebrow. "You didn't think this all the way through, did you?" she asked Jennifer. She buried her face in her palm and muttered a Korean obscenity while shaking her head. She didn't think Jen was... well, the [i]drinking[/i] type. Sure, it might've been peer pressure, but Ratchet never would have thought that the same person who wanted to avoid a fight at the Crystal Shores would be wasted like this.

Ratchet held up her palm. "I don't touch alcohol," she said to Anna. "And apparently there's like a zero-tolerance law in California for minors."

Ratchet didn't approve of underage drinking, but she was just a visitor to Verthaven. She had little to no idea what these people were like. Already the wealthy folks have somewhat fallen short of her expectations. Ratchet gave Meifeng an uncomfortable, flat look. "Just... try not to, you know, both end up in the ER or something," Ratchet strained.

She got off the barstool and patted Jen on the back.

Ratchet waded through the drunken orgy-porgy; apparently Huxley wasn't too far off on the whole soma thing. She made her way out to the balcony and looked up at the sky. The stars were out, though relatively few in number because of Verthaven's lights. Ratchet sort of wished that it was easier to see more of the night sky.

She leaned on the balcony and thought of her itinerary. The day after tomorrow she would have to attend a wedding for an uncle. At least she would see her other cousins again. Honestly, she'd rather practice her trumpet until her chops blow out than sit through vows and organs and passages from the Bible.