Bozo
Apollosarcher"You want a drink?"
Clover’s head jerks up, hands flying to brush away any of the remaining wetness on her face. Luckily for her Lila had done her makeup, so the chance of the dreaded raccoon eye look was slim, seeing as how the younger girl believed in using only the highest quality of cosmetics. “W-what?” the ginger girl asks a bit shakily, peering up at the stranger in front of her. He was on the tall side, with sweet puppy dog eyes and a little bit of stubble on his square chin. Her blue eyes flit down to take in his tuxedo t-shirt and she can’t help but give a surprised giggle at how silly it was.
"It's not alcoholic unfortunately. But apple juice has helped me in the past,” the stranger continues, giving the shining metal flask a shake as he sat down in the deck chair next to her’s. Clover straightened up a little, letting her feet touch the floor once more as she turns to face the other youth. "Plus, sometimes just being near others can help. Especially if they aren't the problem. If they are though that sucks,” he continues, arm still outstretched in a silent offering.
Hesitantly the freckled girl reaches out, her fingertips brushing past his as she accepts the flask. “Thank you,” Clover answers, unscrewing the lid and pressing the little canteen to her lips. She swallows a few mouthfuls before pulling off, redoing the lid and pressing the metal receptacle back into his hands. “I’ve never had apple juice out of a flask before,” she admits, glancing back up to meet the other’s eyes again. “I think it might taste better that way,” she jokes a little lamely, tongue darting out to catch a stray bit of juice that had escaped before flashing him a watery smile.
“So, what are you doing out here?” Clover asks, tilting her head curiously. She was out here to avoid the literal embodiment of love lost that was crooning away on stage, but she couldn't figure out why a cute boy like this would be alone on the side deck. “Are you partied out too?” the ginger continues, the cool breeze coming up off the water making her shiver slightly.
“Oh, I'm Clover, by the way,” she tells him, wiping her hand over her dress before sticking it out for a handshake. It's only after she does it that the pale girl realizes how weird the action is. They were on spring break for Christ’s sake, not a business meeting. ‘Ugh, I’m hopeless. Fuck. What would Lila do?’ she asks herself, chewing at the inside of her cheek anxiously for a moment.
Carefully she extends her arm even more until her hand is laying right next to the stranger’s on the arm rest of his chair. The ginger stretches her pinky finger and bumps it against his before looping them together in what Clover hopes is a friendly/flirty gesture and not awkward as hell. “What’s your name?”