Emma had also seen Animal House, but she was looking decidedly less comfortable than August did. Not that Emma wasn't used to the batshit crazy ideas that the islands tossed at her, she feared injury from whiplash most days.

The party was weird, even for her. Most people would get that bubble of excitement in the pit of their stomach at the thought of trying something different, but Emma liked the known. So much of her life was unknown that she was to the point that if she could control it, she would.

She gathered her toga in one hand, and drink in the other. She could be thankful that the silver sandals that covered her feet were not heels, that would be a disaster in the making. Flat shoes, however, did not stop her from bumping into someone.

"I'm so sorry... I didn't spill on you did I?" She asked, finally looking up, her mouth falling open.