Jeremiah!
Drea was tingly. Tingly and tipsy and having fun and no one was going to tell her that she was not allowed to have fun, because this was a bloody party, damn it! What else were you supposed to do at these things? Besides, she wanted to see how far she could push things before the press in attendance went BALLISTIC and had to bring work into the equation.
So she was pushing it...sorta. She found herself sitting at the bar, flirting with the tender and trying to appear mysterious and intriguing to those around her. She pushed herself up out of the bar stool--and ran straight into someone behind her.
"Oh! Oh shit, I'm--I'm really sorry about that!" she said hastily, grabbing onto his shoulders to steady herself from falling. "Are you alright?"
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