Sara slowly walked in the Queens mansion. This was officially her first party and so far she wasn't proud of it. She had to lie to her father about where she was going. Luckily the library would be open until this party was over. She simply looked at everyone and exhaled all of them were close to Ollie and Laurel's age. She was the only seventeen year old here how embarrassing. She noticed a man looking around as if he were looking for someone. She examined the man he looked as if he were in his early twenties or maybe later twenties. Why he was here was beyond her maybe a friend brought him and he didn't want to come. Like her they could maybe talk about how stupid this was and laugh about it. She scoffed "Yeah right that only happened in the movies not in the real world." The man slowly turned his head and looked towards her. She quickly looked away and watched out of the corner of her eye as he walked towards her. Luckily Laurel walked in and he went in another room Sara exhaled and looked at Laurel. "How long do we have to be here?" Laurel sighed and looked at her sister with a glare. "We will be home before your precious library closes just don't keep too long walk in grab a book and we go home deal?" She simply nodded. Laurel's plan sounded smart but anything could happen in five hours. Fuck she might have jinxed it with that thought hopefully not. Hopefully everything goes according to plan. She looked as Oliver walked over. "Hey Ollie." She simply smiled. Oliver smiled back. "Hey Sara cute outfit." She nodded and looked at Laurel. Her sister rolled her eyes. "It's a old outfit of mine. She wanted to come wearing a leather jacket and leather pants with black boots. How disgusting." Oliver cleared his throat. "It's actually a popular look with bikers. I think she would have looked nice Laurel." Laurel shot a glare at Oliver. He gulped. "Then again what do I know. I'm just a playboy who's only hobby is drinking and partying. Say let's go upstairs. I have a bottle of your favorite drink in my room." Laurel smiled. Oliver was always doing nice things for her but she didn't deserve it. She always treated him badly whenever he disagreed with her. It always pissed Sara off when she did that but wasn't her business. Laurel shot a look at Sara. "Go and sit down and don't cause any problems with anyone please? I swear I will punish you if you embarrass me again and I mean business this time." She watched as Laurel walked upstairs with Oliver. She looked around for a place to sit at. Nothing available so she slowly walked down the hall. She paused and smelled smoke. She looked at a door and slowly opened it. She heard a man coughing. She walked in and looked at a man. It was the same one that was about to approach her and he was smoking a cigarette. He stared at her as if thinking she would tell on him go ahead kill your lungs not my business. He simply raised a brow and gestured to the door with his eyes she looked. "Oh right sorry." She closed the door quietly and smiled. He sat up and cleared his throat. "You can seriously smell this out there?" She simply nodded. She looked around and spotted a towel. She acted fast grabbed it rolled it up and shoved it against the door. She looked at him. "Next time be smarter and go outside not in Robert's office. He's the only one that can smoke in here even though he isn't allowed to himself." The man simply chuckled. "And who are you the police?" She shook her head. "No but my father is." He coughed out smoke he had in his lungs. He shot her a glance and put his hands above his head. "Okay, okay no more smoking in here. I'll be good next time. I promise." She scoffed and sat down beside him. "Look I only came in here to get away. I didn't come in here just so a smartass can say the oldest jokes I've ever heard. Get a book and learn new ones seriously." He bursted out laughing. "I do believe i just got burned by a little kid. Good one." Sara scoffed and looked at him. "Number one, I'm not a kid asshole! Number two, yes you did get burned so deal with it old man." He smirked slightly. Old? No one has ever called him that before? Old man? I'm Twenty-Nine. Not Thirty-Nine. She nodded slightly. So she was right in his late twenties. He put the cigarette out on the carpet. Sara shot him a dirty look. He looked at her and shrugged. "So what is a seventeen year old doing at a party full of idiots? And please tell me it's the same reason I came here?" She shrugged and leaned back. "My sister thought it was a good idea."