Despite still being a bit sore and worse for the wear thanks to this months first transformation, Morela was having a brilliant time. As the ex-quidditch player made her way back down the stairs and into the courtyard for the barbeque she made some of her famously friendly rounds from group to group and now that she was a good five and a quarter beers in (better catch up Josh!) the welcoming smile on her features had given way to that familiar playful glint in her eyes and an even more comfortably amused smirk on her lips. It was all to often that people took the simple company of others for granted, something Morela knew all to well, and in such social circumstances Morela was taking full advantage of meeting and chatting up as many of them as she could.

Speaking of meeting new people, when Morela glanced over at Leath and the other boys she noticed a new addition to the group, a rather nice looking man she had never met before. Now, it is completely acceptable to mention here that Morela found him nice looking because these things were thought safely within her own mind and the chances of anyone at this party reading those afore mentioned thoughts were so slim that she found it completely acceptable to think them. That all made perfect sense, glad your all following along.

More important than the man being nice looking was the fact that, as I mentioned before, Morela had not in fact ever met the man before and that simple fact was enough to bring her sauntering over to stand beside Leath while he cooked and listen calmly to their conversation, as if she had been part of it all along, and wait patiently for introductions. The playful Portuguese lass sipped contentedly on her Newcastle and watched the coworkers tease and joke with eachtoher the way she and her teammates used to, le sigh. Morela was just about to add to the conversation when a rather taughty female stranger strolled into the Lowell Flats Barbeque and made her presence known.

Well, is anybody going to offer a lady a drink?

Morela first raised a brow at the strange woman, and after looking around to see some less than excited faces upon this womans arrival, Morela's look changed from one of curiosity to one of complete distrust and she narrowed her eyes as if she thought this woman some sort of spy from behind enemy lines. Although there was no enemy to have lines drawn, unless ofcourse there was another party at another set of flats which hoped to infiltrate this one. Right, once again everyone's following along. When the woman asked who was going to get her a drink Morela spoke up first, pulling her beer up to her chest and turning away just ever so slightly, holding the beer tightly just incase this woman really wanted a drink.

"Who are choo?"

Oh, you look so tired
Mouth slack and wide
Ill-housed and ill-advised
Your face is as mean
As your life has been