Danielle accepted the hug half-heartedly as she mourned the loss of her cell phone in silence. "Yeah, well it's Danielle, but Nella works." She smiled softly and just tossed her phone onto the grass, beside her bag. She had to admit, the bonfire looked interesting and there was possibly alcohol in the red plastic cups. At the parties in Atlanta they usually just drank out of whatever was in someone's cabinet.
She turned to Hannah, running her fingers through her hair. "Can I see your phone to call my mo-" her throat constricted and it instantly became impossible to finish the word and her eyes pricked. "I-I mean my grandma." She blinked a couple times as Hannah fished out her phone.
After the short phone call, she made her way back over to where Chase and Hannah stood, handing Hannah back her phone.
"Ready for some fun?" Chase looked at her with a wicked grin. "I sure hope you don't mind getting those clothes dirty." Oh god, diirty? Danielle glanced down at the simple outfit she had on, shrugging her shoulders. There was no way she was getting in the mud anyway, so it didn't even matter.
"Ay! Chase, how you been boy? Look, I got this here course set up 'n everything," a thickly southern accent cheered as a guy walked in their direction, a huge amount of dip in his mouth. Danielle bit her tongue to keep from laughing, and simply looked away. "But listen here boy, since we're drinkin' you can't be drivin'" There was a long pause and then the redneck guffawed loudly. "Naw, I'm just kidding."
Oh my god, she thought to herself, looking back at her mud-covered phone helplessly.
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