Friday soon came around. George had told Lacey to be there for 8 p.m. Every shop in town would have been closed by that time. They didn't want to make anymore enemies in town.

Lacey was unsure what to wear. It was a product event party; she had never been to one before. Did that mean it was formal? But it was after the store closing times and not the many people invited going, so did that mean it was casual?

She decided on a dress, so it was more formal, but it had flowers on it, which made it more casual. A yellow tea dress which flew along her figure. She had to put some effort in.

Lacey felt anxious before entering. Her stomach turned. She didn't know who would be behind the doors, but they said it would only be small. She was thankful for that.

Lacey could faintly hear the music blaring from the store. She pushed open the door and her ears filled with sounds of laughter and conversations. The store was filled with lots of people, too many people. This definitely wasn't a small party.

There were lots of people she hadn't seen before, the wealthy-looking type. A few shop owners and their employees, most of who didn't find Lacey too pleasant. She did notice a few bartenders and servers who worked in town too, those she hadn't offended as of yet. She felt very out of place.

Lacey had no idea where to go; she regretted turning up until she spotted the drinks table, free booze. She thought she'd stay awhile. Lacey walked over to the table, popping open a bottle of beer.

Just as she was going to take a sip of the cold liquid, someone bumped into her and spilling it down her. "For fuck sakes." She muttered, turning around, ready to hex the heck out of whoever just soaked her.

"Oh, my god. I am so sorry!" A ginger guy grabbed a bunch of napkins off the side and started patting her chest.

"Stop! Stop!" Lacey tried to push his hands away.

"You've been here 2 minutes and already have my little brother feeling you up?" Fred chuckled at the weird scene in front of him.

"Ha ha, very funny, maybe you should teach your brother to watch where he's going." Lacey rolled her eyes. She already regretted coming. She was out of place as it was and now she had a wet patch on her dress and stank of beer.

"Sorry I didn't mean to I-"

"It's fine." Lacey sighed. She didn't want to make a scene. She needed to just let some things go, even if it was hard.

"Go on, Ron, bugger off and spill something somewhere else." Fred pushed his brother away. "Sorry about Ron, I'm pretty sure he was dropped on his head as a baby."

"Are you sure you all weren't?" Lacey laughed, rubbing the rest of the beer off her chest. Lacey muttered a quick drying spell. Unfortunately, it left a large stain.

"You're probably right," Fred chuckled. "Sorry about your dress. I can pay for dry cleaning if you like?"

"No, it's fine. Didn't really think yellow was my colour, anyway."

"I like it," He smiled. "Want another drink?"

"Yeah, hopefully this time it'll end up in me and not on me."

"That, that sounds really wrong." Fred tried his best not to laugh at the innuendo. He popped open another beer, handing it to her. "Ere you are."

"Thank you." Lacey smiled, finally being able to get a taste of the alcohol. She felt a weight lift off her. She knew she'd be able to bear it more with alcohol.

"Lacey, you are brilliant!" A random stranger brought Lacey into a hug. He was super excited, and she was super confused.

"Sorry, who are you?" She laughed, pulling away. The man had an enormous grin on his face. He was the complete opposite of Fred. He was short, dark-skinned and had long dreadlocked hair.

Fred placed his hands on the man's shoulders. "This is Lee. He helped with the van situation."

"Oh." Lacey nodded. She barely remembered it. She was far too tired.

"You're that angry girl that pranked the twins, right?" Lacey slowly nodded. "Your prank on the boys was hilarious!" Lee looked her up and down, impressed.

"Wait, angry girl?" Lacey laughed, looking from the stranger to Fred. "I am not angry."

"Oh yes you are, very angry." Fred chuckled, taking a sip of his beer.

"Is that honestly what you refer to me as?" Lacey didn't know what to think.

"Yes, what else would you want us to refer to you as?"

"Come on, there must be some other refined quality about me that you could have referred to me as?"

"No, not really."

"Am I that boring?" Lacey couldn't believe it. Did other people refer to her as the angry girl? She hoped not, but she guessed she hadn't been so polite recently.

"I wouldn't say boring. Feisty would be the word." Fred chuckled.

"Well, angry or not, I think you're great. Did you know they couldn't get the black off their teeth for a week?" Lee laughed. "The number of times they had to explain it was funny."

"What did you tell people?" Lacey smirked, still proud of herself for that little trick.

"Oh, that I had been pranked by the super angry girl from across the road."

"Honestly, I am not that angry. I'll have you know I have been to anger management and I have completely finished their course and passed."

"Well, I think they might need to enrol you again."

"How dare you!" Lacey smacked Fred in the arm, offended by his comment, then realised she had just proved it. "Okay, maybe I'm a little angry."

"It's okay, I like my women a little feisty." Fred winked, taking another sip of his beer.

Lacey didn't stay at the party for long, but the time spent there she had a lot of fun. She was surprised by how nice their friends were. No one made her feel small, they made her feel equal.