This whole day had turned into a whirlwind, even if one discounted the bizarre encounter with her blonde doppelganger - and Terri very much wanted to forget about that, having instead been focused on the much more wonderful aspect of her exhausting day. She had spent every possible moment of it getting better acquainted with her dream girl, the beautiful, confident redhead who she'd quickly found herself to have a great deal in common with. Turned out her sexy and successful crush was as much of a nerd and introvert as Terri was - Aubrey was just a bit better at working past it, and she was already doing her best to help the half-asian girl accomplish the same feat herself.
Hence why she'd convinced Terri to attend a college party that would've been entirely unthinkable for the girl just a day prior. Even though she fully expected to be clinging to Aubrey's arm the entire time, scared to death of potential social interactions with all the rest of the guests, she had to admit... it got her heart pumping with pride every time somebody looked over and was shocked to see a girl with standards as high as Aubrey's locked arm-in-arm with short, slightly stocky, shy, quiet Terri. The jealous glares were a tiny ego boost that she had long been in desperate need of.
Stepping over with her date to the punch bowl, Terri was almost instantly finding herself a little repulsed by the smell of it. There was a sweetness to it, yes, but the alcohol scent... blegh. She winced, but tried to put up with it, smiling and muttering a quiet thanks after Aubrey poured them both cups and handed one to the dark-haired girl. She brought the pinkish-red stuff to her lips for an experimental sip, initially finding that it almost tasted like honey... and then twisting up her eyes and nose and trying not to gag as the sting of the liquor kicked in, burning her tongue and causing her to set her drink back down on the table while trying not to make retching noises.
Aubrey seemed to notice the trouble she was having, setting her own drink down after only a single sip herself. She patted the smaller girl on the back, offering up a comforting hug. "Not much of a drinker, huh?" she asked, her tone slightly joking yet not the least bit judgemental. If anything, she probably found it cute. "C'mon, let's go dance it out of your system." Terri wasn't exactly thrilled by the idea of dancing, either, but she silently nodded and let her date lead them to another room where a whole host of people - a surprising number of which were well-endowed blondes or redheads - were moving and swaying with some high-intensity beat that was completely foreign to Terri.
Still, for her dream girl, she was willing to give anything a try. Aubrey slipped into dancing with ease, showing off her athletic flexibility and sense of rythym as Terri stayed close, more or less awkwardly shuffling at first. It took a minute of shrugging around, glancing around at others and trying to imitate their movements, before she started feeling... more at ease, maybe, was the best way to put it. Slowly but surely, her shuffling started to turn into actual dance moves - it seemed like, to her amazement, Terri was actually a bit of a natural. In a few minutes time she was shaking and even grinding up against Aubrey a little bit, the redhead not seeming to mind as she returned the favor.
The longer they were there, the more relaxed Terri felt about moving around and getting attention in such a large group of people. She felt... good. Really good, in fact. Maybe even a bit healthier - this must have been good exercise, because she swore she could see and feel the fat burning off her arms and legs. Not that she was looking at herself all that much - most of the time, she couldn't take her eyes or hands off of Aubrey, and the redhead was struck with the same affliction. Feeling each other up as they danced rapidly transformed into lips and tongues entwining, the sensation of kissing this incredible woman turning her head into a Fourth of July celebration.
Gradually, the hopelessly enraptured pair began to move towards the edge of the dance room, then out of it entirely, out into the hall to shamelessly spend a few minutes making out in public. It should have left Terri feeling embarassed, but fuck it - she didn't care if their affection was on public display. No, scratch that, she liked it. The girl who was everything she ever wanted was pressing her against a wall, kissing her, groping her, tugging at her clothes, and Terri wanted it to be seen by everybody who'd been hot under the collar for Aubrey. No hiding away from the world like her parents would've preferred - she was out and proud in more ways than one.
Aubrey pulling away from their makeout session was borderline depressing, but the sultry glint in her eyes and the words she huskily spoke sent Terri's spirits soaring once again. "How about you get us some drinks, and I'll find us somewhere nice and... private." The last word was followed by one last kiss and a squeeze of Terri's chest before her redhead wonder pulled away, hips swaying sexily for the asian girl as she departed. Terri couldn't help but moan and rub up her own breast for a minute - god, she could have sworn she was filling out her bra better than usual. Her panties, too. Maybe that was just a side effect of having someone desire you so madly - suddenly you started to feel a whole lot sexier. Or maybe just... realize how sexy you always were, now that somebody had taken notice.
Her thoughts strayed to little beyond what incredible things Aubrey might do to her as she headed over to grab some more punch, an extra cup for each of them, figuring that they ought to give it another go. Maybe she'd grow to like the taste. A lot of it was drained now, the attendees having been absolutely tearing through the stuff, but just a bit was left in the bowl. She poured out two drinks, pushing past a couple of blonde girls with considerable chests making out with each other... and for just a moment, her eyes darted down towards a trash can, attention momentarily diverted to a very, very odd sight.
The can was full of the usual debris, but up near the top, there were a few... empty vials, it looked like. Definitely not the usual beer bottles. It looked like they had only droplets of some pink liquid inside - not that far off from the color of the punch, oddly enough. Yet the most notable part seemed to be the labels: all of them were devoid of any marking save for the silhouette of a woman with long hair and an hourglass figure. Well... all save for one. That one had a very different label, as Terri noted. Another silhouette, definitely, but this one, as she leaned in for a closer examination, looked more like the outline of a...