"Hey Tamara I found Edd, and eh, Ell apparently!" Tom's voice rose above the noise. "Sweet!" Tamara shouted back. "I'll go find Matilda and look for your friend Matt!" Tamara went to the one place she thought Matilda had been for most of the night and the only place with mirrors: the bathroom. Tamara went to the bathroom and groaned when she saw the long line. "Fuck this." Tamara muttered as she went to the front of the line and began asking if any of them had seen a particular ginger girl.
"Hey Edd and uh, Ell have you seen Tord anywhere? I mean most of the time I could give a fuck less but I've met someone and we've decided this party's lame." Tom asked the couple, both who had cans of cola in hand. The girl, Ell, turned and said to Edd, "I don't remember seeing Tord, he's the red hoodie guy with the passion for guns, right?" Edd nodded. "I don't remember seeing him since he left us to hang at the beer pong table when we got here Tom. Sorry." Edd said with the shrug of his shoulders.
"Alright Edd and uh, Ell thanks. Stay around here please. I've got one, or maybe two communists to find." Tom said thoughtfully. "You shouldn't call Tord that, you know how he hates it!" Tom rolled his blacked eyes and walked away towards the beer pong table hoping for the first time ever to see a red hoodie.
Only one person in the line had said anything remotely useful and that was: "oh yeah that hot red head was hot, I think she went upstairs maybe. Whoa she was hot, in like a cute way, you know?" Tamara had shut him up after that and had headed upstairs.
Upstairs; the place where the pot heads and apparently hot gingers roam. Tamara saw the two green overcoats and rolled her blacked eyes in exasperation and relief if you can combine those. They were in the corner both looking into hand held mirrors making different expressions. Every few seconds they would trade mirrors and comment on each others expressions giggling. Tamara retched and proceeded to get the pair.
Matilda looked up long enough from herself to notice Tamara walking towards her.
"Oh hey Tamara!" Matilda shouted. Matt leaned over "Who's that?" he pointed at the girl with the wince and the blue hoodie. "Oh that's Tamara she's my friend." Matilda replied. "Oh. Hey Tamara Matilda's friend!" Matt started waving and shouting too. Tamara put a hand over her face and shook her head.
"My god Matilda." Tamara said to herself putting hand up to cover her face, one of her fingers accidently falling into her empty eye sockets. She walked over and met the pair who were still waving, giggling, and making other annoying Matilda and who ever that other ginger was, probably Matt noises. Matilda started rambling as soon as Tamara had entered ear range. "Hey Tamara! Hey-hey meet my new friend Matt, he's ginger too and he's tall and-and-"
"Matilda stop rambling it creeps me out!" Tamara shouted in attempt to quiet Matilda's ramblings. "Ok.." Matilda said degenerately. Matt frowned and put an arm around Matilda's shoulders. "And you're Matt? Tom's friend?" Tamara said addressing the other ginger. "Oh yes my name's Matt. Also everyone says I'm awesome!" Matt seemed to ramble as well. "Uh huh ok, well if you guys have nothing better to do Tom and I and the others are waiting to leave the party downstairs." Tamara looked at them and waited for a response got a nodd, then nodded back and headed downstairs.
"Well Matt, I guess I've got to go. It was really nice meeting you.." Matilda trailed off as she turned to leave. "Wa-Wait! Would you like to see my mirror collection? I've got yellow ones, glittery ones, even white ones!" Matt smiled his best smile. Matilda laughed, "Of course I want to see your mirror collection Matt! Let's go and make the others hurry."
"We both know they won't." Matt and Matilda went downstairs laughing.
Tom went to the table where beer pong was being played and nudged one of the players, a bloke with hair like waves coming off the sides of his face and a beautiful complexion for a guy. "Hey a man in a red hoodie was seen around here, do you know where he went?"
"Do you mean Red Leader? He likes to wear a red hoodie while he's pretending to be a citizen." The bloke said staring carefreely in the distance.
This caught the attention of the man standing next to the bloke.
"Wait Red who? Just where did this man go?" Tom asked. But he never got a response, Tom was shoved against a wall by a guy with eyebrows that seemed to come off his face and a cigarette dangerously close to burning Tom's cheek.
"Why are you bothering my friend here huh? You better just get back before I do something I regret."
The other bloke whom eyebrow guy was defending came back only to place a hand on his shoulder. This calmed eyebrow and some of the fire left his eyes. "Paul it's fine, just let him up. He was just asking if I knew where some guy in a red hoodie went. Come on Paul, just let him go. Please?" "Paul" got his cigarette from his mouth flicked the ash on the floor then spoke. "He's outside. Don't mess with him either." Tom gave one last look at Paul then hurried outside.
"Here Communist! Here-Here Communist-Communist!" Tom called out into the dark. He squinted and could barely make out two shapes. That must be Tord and Tamara's friend, Tom thought. He waited a second longer and saw the two shapes come into view. One was a dishevel Tord with blinking eyes and the other was a shapely figure wearing fishnets under shorts with a red hoodie, and matching hair horn. That look wouldn't work on anyone else, was Tom's thought on the issue before turning and heading back inside.