Josh laughs as he tries to get Sam and Orya to dance, too. The laughter fades as Toni moves through the large cabin.

It's filled with memorabilia and trinkets of a long family history. She spots photographs of the Washingtons, skiing equipment, and several Native American artifacts.

She pokes at things, her fingers brushing over picture frames, walls, shelves, anything she can get her hands on, enjoying the quiet far from her very annoying 'friends'. She drops all pretence, letting her resting face reveal itself.

The cabin reveals its secrets. It's not hard to find evidence of Orya's sports memorabilia or Mr. Washington's film career on the main floor, as the family has displayed both proudly. Nothing very incriminating on this floor, besides some much more recent evidence of Josh's drug habit(s).

She looks closer for something she can use against the sweet blonde thing draping herself all over Mike. Toni may not want him much, but he's still her boyfriend, and that means no one else can have him.

Inside Phil's room, she can find more than a few things to mock, but perhaps most interesting is the compatibility test hanging above the bed.

"Seriously? What is she, twelve?" She reads it to see what she can find, something to lure her later, she can feel an evil plan brewing.

The "Love Test", as it's called, has a penciled little heart on it, containing "MM(Michael Munroe) + PW (Philomena Washington)". Adorable! She can also see the result that Phil got: "Mostly C's. Uh oh! This is NOT going to work! He's like a crazy reckless hunk of a man and you're staying at home working on your embroidery and practicing G Minor on the piano. Give up on it! OR do something like REALLY wild. Run away from home or get a tattoo or something. Anything to attract his precious attention. I mean - it's just for luuuurve, right? So just do it!"

She snickers to herself, though, just for a moment, she reads through the questions, answering them in her head and finds her results with Mike: "Mostly A's. Woah, you guys are obscenely perfect for each other, to a point of being scary. Are you two robots, or are you just made for each other? Where he goes, you're there with him, and what he likes, surprise! You like the same stuff! At this point, just get married already. Really, why are you bothering with this test? Go, be in love, with your perfect man, leave the rest of us to sit around with our cats. Seriously though, go get your man girl! Love like yours is precious, and happiness is right around the corner for you!

She sneers at her result, finding herself disagreeing with it endlessly, and having to restrain herself from crumpling the piece of paper into a ball. Her enjoyment of mocking Phil is ruined by this sudden sour mood, and she trudges herself back down to the rest of the party.

-where the party has continued on in her absence. Mike has on hand on the couch, perilously close to Phil's shoulder- not touching, of course; he's a gentleman. If Phil chooses to read into such a gesture, that's her prerogative. He glances over at her arrival, offering a jaunty wave, before immediately turning his attention back to the blonde.

“Sorry, where were we?”

Mike knows exactly where they were: discussing his planned trajectory for his political career. It's insipid, self-centered garbage, but Phil eats it right up. Talking through it has actually helped him work out some of the flaws in his plan, too, so he'll call it a win even if they can't get her to play into their hands.

"Oh, right. I was giving you the grand tour of my illustrious congressional climb to the top. You're going to be grateful for being on the ground floor of President Munroe's career. What do you want, Phil? Secretary of Agriculture? Or something a little sexier?"

Mistress to the President? She snickers inside her mind and wanders over to find someone else, maybe Josh would be worth talking to? She wonders where he's gotten off to.

She finds him in the kitchen, giggling his head off already.

"Queen Toni has returned from her tour of the peasants! How are the upstairs, your highestness?"

She teeters on her heels imperiously, amused by his flattery, almost smiling, but still mostly just smirking. "Almost as high as you. How goes it here it the kitchens, plebe?"

"I'm making this shindig bearable, one puff at a time. Want in?"

"Please, I'm begging you, save me from this mundanity. Thankfully, Mike has found someone else to listen to his inane rant, I could not sit through another rendition of 'Future President Mike Munroe's Master Plan'."

"Why's he want to be president, anyway? Sounds like a drag to me. The Oval Office isn't a great bachelor pad. Do you have to be married, or is that just what all the Constitution fuckers think?"

"Oh, he has research on that too. Apparently, only nine of the 45 presidents of the united states ever elected were single during their presidency, three of which lost their wives during that time. Four were already widows, one was relatively well known for being in love with his adopted daughter 20 something years his junior. Only one who remained a bachelor his entire life was James Buchanan, and people still wonder whether or not he was gay. Majority of Americans won't vote for someone they don't believe hold their values, so yeah, married, 2.5 kids, white picket fence, it's all part of the master plan."

She repeats the monologue almost entirely zoned out, staring into her drink as she sips between sentences.

Josh thinks about this, and other valuable philosophical considerations no other person has ever thought about in all of human history, probably, with how important they feel right now...

After entirely too long, he replies, "Constitution fuckers. Who wants to fuck paper that bad? You're not one of those."

"Agreed. You're totally right," right? The unspoken end to her sentence that no one knows might be noticeable to anyone paying enough attention, that hesitation, lack of self-assuredness that she's always displayed, lacking here on this subject. But still, she tries to laugh it off.

Alex stumbles over to the group, interrupting them and their solemn looking faces. "Whattup party people?"

"Alexxx! Missing your shining face. Welcome to the happiest place on Mount Washington. Take a load off."

She drapes herself across him bodily, leaning her full weight into it. "Hey Tones."

"Alexandra."

"Girl-on-girl action, yay or nay? Bet Mikey boy would love that."

She snorts a little. "Only in his dreams."