Cornering a cowboy
Who: Aria, Irvine
What: SeeD ball
When: Saturday, just before Super Number 7 are due to perform
Where: The Quad
Aria was sipping apple juice when she wished it was wine. The cool breeze shifted through the pleats in her dress and stirred through the bangs of her hair. This was unusual for her; a social event where she didn't know, well, anybody. Where she didn't tie in every face with a catalogue of names, knowledge, and most importantly gossip.
She took a gulp of her apple juice and slammed it down like she was playing a drinking game with herself. She looked coolly reserved, like the type of person who chose to be there in order to grace them all with her beauty and presence, and in return sat silently, allowing men to drink in the pale pink of her shoulders and the shape of her legs..
Her eyes skimmed across to a long ponytail resting against a stretch of dark blue material. It was the man she recognised as a fellow Galbadian, most importantly quite a handsome one. If she had heard any ripple of gossip so far, it had been that this man was a flirt, and...he wore a cowboy hat. Rather boyish, she thought, but she didn't care. It wasn't like before, where she would stuff herself in a closet with a twenty-something heir at a party. The crop was slightly more...narrow now, according to her tastes. But he seemed fine enough.
Rising upwards, she walked silkily towards him, and tapped him on his high shoulder. Thank goodness she was wearing shoes. Stilettos at that.
"I thought you were going to show me around, Mr Kinneas?"
She put on her best smile, reserved only for this game.
What: SeeD ball
When: Saturday, just before Super Number 7 are due to perform
Where: The Quad
Aria was sipping apple juice when she wished it was wine. The cool breeze shifted through the pleats in her dress and stirred through the bangs of her hair. This was unusual for her; a social event where she didn't know, well, anybody. Where she didn't tie in every face with a catalogue of names, knowledge, and most importantly gossip.
She took a gulp of her apple juice and slammed it down like she was playing a drinking game with herself. She looked coolly reserved, like the type of person who chose to be there in order to grace them all with her beauty and presence, and in return sat silently, allowing men to drink in the pale pink of her shoulders and the shape of her legs..
Her eyes skimmed across to a long ponytail resting against a stretch of dark blue material. It was the man she recognised as a fellow Galbadian, most importantly quite a handsome one. If she had heard any ripple of gossip so far, it had been that this man was a flirt, and...he wore a cowboy hat. Rather boyish, she thought, but she didn't care. It wasn't like before, where she would stuff herself in a closet with a twenty-something heir at a party. The crop was slightly more...narrow now, according to her tastes. But he seemed fine enough.
Rising upwards, she walked silkily towards him, and tapped him on his high shoulder. Thank goodness she was wearing shoes. Stilettos at that.
"I thought you were going to show me around, Mr Kinneas?"
She put on her best smile, reserved only for this game.