Mitch sips his beer, quietly amused. The best thing about a party is that most people get more fun when they're drunk and he's not.

He tells a bad joke or two; it works on most girls because he's cute, and he doesn't think Phil will be an exception.

Toni casually ignores the interaction, instead focusing her attention on Mitch, chatting casually about something or other.

Noting the brunette's lack of interest, she interprets it as a blessing, and giggles flirtatiously at Mike, though she doesn't really find the jokes very funny. She thinks he's funny though.

She wants there to be a structure here, so there are less chances to go wrong, but they might drink less without the game.

Sam goes to put on some music, beckoning Orya over.

Orya notices, wandering over, passing the obviously flirting pair, and the pair she did not see coming. Jeremiah and Spencer appear to be arguing... happily? About something. She catches a few words, and she realises they're debating about death of the author in the classic literary canon. What nerds. She finally reaches her friend. "What up blondie?"

"You know your sister better than I do. Has she ever been this drunk? I'm worried about what she might do if someone isn't supervising."

"I'm doing this thing where I'm not going to baby her, let her make her own mistakes. I thought about it, if she wants to do something dumb, she can. I am not gonna do shit. Live your own life, Sam, that's what I'm gonna do. Stop worrying so much."

"...you're right. Sorry. Mom instinct shelved. Want to pick the music, or should we appeal to the crowd?"

"They can suck a dick, I will play good shit, and they can shove it!" She shouts out to the rest of the party humorously, loading some good seventies rock on her iPod and playing it through the speakers.

"Bitch!" Jer yells back, a laugh between his words.

"Lex, lessen...leaden...let's show them how we do it. Jer is," he stage-whispers this last, "getting busy."

He blushes awkwardly, turning to Spencer. "Please ignore him, he has very little filter, and he's a bigger idiot than usual when he's drunk."

She tucks her hair behind her ear shyly. "It's fine, Jer."

Alex nudges Josh, snickering at the lovebirds. "Aw, baby's all grown up."

It's time to dance! Lex is the best friend to be drunk with because she always keeps the party fun. Jer's no fun like this, honestly, swooning over girls instead of being cool. Lex knows how to party.

Meanwhile, Mike is finding everything Phil is saying so interesting. They're talking about...her hobbies? She likes...unicorns and rainbows? He's kind of zoning out, but he can feign interest with the best of them.

Dance! She does like to dance, all close and dirty too.

She isn't so much interested in those, but student council, and... well him. Those are about the only hobbies she has, but she's more than happy to talk about student council duties, and her plans for the upcoming carnival are numerous, and almost interesting.

Almost! He wonders if Toni and Phil could have gotten along if Phil was just a little less spineless. It's almost a shame.

He asks curious, well-targeted questions. He mentions that he's got political ambitions, that one day he wants to see himself as governor of their fine state- let her read into, assume that he's imagining a future for them. Romantics eat that shit up.

Sam tries to relax. She talks Mitch into dancing with her.

He does, although he does steal a few glances at Toni.

She's never heard this before! She mentions he would make a great President one day, secretly thinking what a great First Lady she, herself, would make.

Toni wiggles her fingers at him in a show of waving good bye, not terribly fussed, though now, she has to find something new to do. She stands, making herself another drinking and beginning to wander through the house.

Spencer continues to chat with Jer, laughing about something or other.