AFTER LEAVING WILL, Chelsea drifts around the main room, amazed once again at the multitude of things going on at the same time. By the couches there's a guy that's upside down, chugging down what looks like a tank of beer. The chants are impossibly loud that she almost doesn't hear the shout coming from her left.

"Throw it back."

She looks at her feet to see the pig pong ball and then at the girl who's addressing her. Taking a chance, she throws the ball back but it doesn't land in the girls hands. Instead it lands in one of the red cups, the small splash making a few droplets of beer spill onto the table. It looked like her beginners luck was still going strong.

The girl looks at Chelsea impressed and then at her opponent, "Bottoms up."

The guy opposite raises his cup as if to toast Chelsea and drinks.

It's just then that someone bumps into her. And she feels something wet down her front.

"I'm so sorry." The girl, with a now mostly empty red cup in her hand, says to her.

"It's alright." Chelsea says. She thinks it's about time she left anyway.

"No, here, take mine."

"It's fine, really." Chelsea mumbles but begins to get alarmed when the girl actually starts to strip her upper half.

"Woah." A guy says coming up beside the girl and stopping her from taking her top off. "How many drinks have you had, Rose?"

"Only one." She giggles, implying the opposite and then turns back to Chelsea. "Let me get you some tissues."

"It's fine. Could you point me towards the bathroom?"

The girl does so but instead of leaving her to it, both she and the guy accompany her. She doesn't want to be rude so she let's them follow her. In the bathroom, Rose tries to (unhelpfully but with good intention) dab at Chelsea's front. She's wearing the silk wrap that Taylor had got.

"This is gorgeous." The girl says, running her finger a little invasively over her chest.

"Easy, Rose. Don't grope the girl." The guy leans against the doorframe and speaks with a mild accent. He doesn't budge, seemingly not wanting to not leave the girl.

"I'm so sorry." She says again. Chelsea says it's alright again.

"I'm Rose, by the way."

"Chelsea."

Rose points her thumb at the guy, who coolly introduces himself. "Wolfgang."

"Seriously?"

"Serious."

"Explains the accent."

"Alright, I need another drink." Rose says, straightening up unsteadily.

"No way. I'm taking you home." Wolfgang crosses his arms over his shoulders only for them to uncross when Rose wraps her arms around his neck.

"Please?" She looks back at Chelsea and winks. "I want to spend time with my new friend."

After a resigned sigh, he says, "Fine."

"You're the best." She kisses him on the lips then grabs Chelsea's hand.

Before she knows it, she's thrust onto the dance floor and jostled by bodies. She thinks she might have spotted Kat and Sam and Mars but there's too many people. Pretty soon, it gets unbearably hot too. She watches Rose who seems to dance so effortlessly, gracefully, letting the music control her movements. It's different from the others surrounding them.

"You're a dancer." Chelsea hazards a guess. "Ballerina?"

Rose looks caught for a second before laughing. "Used to be."

"What changed?"

"Life."

The next stop after the floor is the pool. Rose goes to quickly grab Wolfgang who just rolls his eyes. Chelsea follows them towards the sliding doors. A girl brushes past and hands Chelsea her beer before stripping off her top to reveal a bathing suit underneath and cannonballs into the pool.

Chelsea stands there with the red cup in her hands and when she looks up from the liquid, she sees Taylor. She's by the pool edge talking to a dark-haired boy with her hands splayed on his chest.

As if sensing her, Taylor turns her head and looks up at Chelsea. She raises a brow at her and by instinct Chelsea raises the red cup to her lips. Beer tastes foul. If it even was beer. But she doesn't stop until the whole cup is empty. She thinks about tossing the cup for extra effect but then thinks of the planet. The cup stays in her hand.

She came here not knowing what she's doing and she still doesn't know what she's doing.

Taylor's not the only one by the poolside. Chelsea gently shakes her head at Rose's invitation to get in the water, who's already in it with Wolfgang. Instead, she skirts the edges to where Zach's sitting on a deck chair. He smiles when he sees her.

"Didn't think I'd be seeing you here again."

"Neither did I." She says. "Came for the free beer."

"I thought you didn't drink."

"I don't."

He looks pointedly at the red cup in her hands.

"I don't do a lot of things." Chelsea says more to herself than Zach. Then her gaze shifts instinctively to his foot, at the black tag and the blinking light. She remembers Kat telling her the reason behind it and she can't quite match the charming boy before her with the crime.

"It's waterproof." He says.

"Why don't you go in the pool?"

"Don't feel like getting wet."

She nods. "Same."

Zach bursts out laughing. "You surprise me, Chelsea."

"In what way?" She was surprising herself a lot tonight if she was honest.

"When I first met you, you seemed so self-contained." She doesn't know if that's good or bad. "It's not a bad thing."

"Well, when I first met you I thought you were a. . ."

"A criminal?"

Her gaze flickers to the tag and her face burns.

"No, I thought you were a womaniser." She realises that's even worse.

"What can I say? I have a lot of love to go around."

Chelsea's stomach flips for a second and she feels the blush creeping up her face. She always seemed to have weird feelings whenever Zach was around. And she was always quick to dismiss them. This time, there's a loud splash and both of them are soaked, making her forget where she is for a moment.

Zach's hair turns multiple shades darker with the water and through a few obscuring strands covering his eyes, he grins.

"Looks like we're getting wet after all."