The Ball
Who: North, and anyone else
What: SeeD ball
When: Er, day of the ball!
Where: The Quad
Status: Open
Dancing wasn't his 'thing', so to speak, and North wouldn't have come if he hadn't been asked. He'd rather be back in his room studying and prepping for when the ball would be a celebration of the day he graduated. But he wasn't going to stand the girl up. He just wished he'd said no.
Glancing around, he couldn't spot her amid the sea of suits, uniforms, and dresses. Either he was early or she was late. It didn't matter which one. Stepping away from the door, he wandered to the refreshment table and poured himself a cup of punch. He lifted it to his nose before taking a sip, never one to trust someone hadn't spiked it out of the need to prank. Or simply because they wanted to watch drunk people stumble into one another on the dance floor.
It went down smooth; something raspberry with a hint of fizz. The pink froth on the top told him ice cream floated somewhere in the bowl, but he'd missed his opportunity to procure a chunk. Not that he was overly saddened by the fact. He rarely ate ice cream, and was one of the lucky few without a taste for sweets.
"North?"
Turning to the sound of the voice, he'd expected the girl who'd asked him to be at his elbow. Instead, it was another, and she looked marginally uncomfortable. He wasn't certain if it was the news she apparently had to deliver or if he was making her feel that way.
"Yeah," he said, watching her fingers nervously dance across the skin of her throat.
"Um, Janet can't come. She's got a cold and she's miserable back in our dorm. She says to tell you she didn't stand you up and she'd like to make it up to you by maybe going out to eat or something after she's better."
North wasn't certain whether to be relieved that he didn't have to make conversation with a stranger, or annoyed that he'd taken the time to come here only to find out he hadn't needed to make the effort.
"Tell her not to worry about it. But she's better off finding some other guy to go out with. I'm not interested in dating her."
The girl flushed. North gathered she was shy, because he couldn't figure out why she'd be embarrassed when the dismissal had nothing to do with her.
"Oh. Okay. Um, have a good night."
Further puzzled, he watched her hurry away and shook his head. He didn't pretend to understand the female of the species, but they generally weren't that far off from a guy. This one, however... Taking another drink of his punch, he figured he might as well enjoy the food before he left. He hadn't eaten in a while anyway.
(OOC: Quick! Someone pounce on North and make him stay.)
What: SeeD ball
When: Er, day of the ball!
Where: The Quad
Status: Open
Dancing wasn't his 'thing', so to speak, and North wouldn't have come if he hadn't been asked. He'd rather be back in his room studying and prepping for when the ball would be a celebration of the day he graduated. But he wasn't going to stand the girl up. He just wished he'd said no.
Glancing around, he couldn't spot her amid the sea of suits, uniforms, and dresses. Either he was early or she was late. It didn't matter which one. Stepping away from the door, he wandered to the refreshment table and poured himself a cup of punch. He lifted it to his nose before taking a sip, never one to trust someone hadn't spiked it out of the need to prank. Or simply because they wanted to watch drunk people stumble into one another on the dance floor.
It went down smooth; something raspberry with a hint of fizz. The pink froth on the top told him ice cream floated somewhere in the bowl, but he'd missed his opportunity to procure a chunk. Not that he was overly saddened by the fact. He rarely ate ice cream, and was one of the lucky few without a taste for sweets.
"North?"
Turning to the sound of the voice, he'd expected the girl who'd asked him to be at his elbow. Instead, it was another, and she looked marginally uncomfortable. He wasn't certain if it was the news she apparently had to deliver or if he was making her feel that way.
"Yeah," he said, watching her fingers nervously dance across the skin of her throat.
"Um, Janet can't come. She's got a cold and she's miserable back in our dorm. She says to tell you she didn't stand you up and she'd like to make it up to you by maybe going out to eat or something after she's better."
North wasn't certain whether to be relieved that he didn't have to make conversation with a stranger, or annoyed that he'd taken the time to come here only to find out he hadn't needed to make the effort.
"Tell her not to worry about it. But she's better off finding some other guy to go out with. I'm not interested in dating her."
The girl flushed. North gathered she was shy, because he couldn't figure out why she'd be embarrassed when the dismissal had nothing to do with her.
"Oh. Okay. Um, have a good night."
Further puzzled, he watched her hurry away and shook his head. He didn't pretend to understand the female of the species, but they generally weren't that far off from a guy. This one, however... Taking another drink of his punch, he figured he might as well enjoy the food before he left. He hadn't eaten in a while anyway.
(OOC: Quick! Someone pounce on North and make him stay.)