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By the time Olive heads home from Brooke's birthday party, it's getting late. Losing track of time is simple enough on the island, easier still when there's a celebration in full swing, attended by any number of friends and new people to meet. She let herself get lost in it. In spite of the location, in spite of the drinking going on, in spite of the enthusiasm, it seemed a lot safer than anything she ever attended at home. Melody's parties were hardly wild, but they were wild enough, and when everyone there would see her at school the next day, she never saw the appeal in really cutting loose enough to enjoy them in full. High school students are, she thinks, a lot judgier than the island residents. Everyone here just wants to have fun, no judgment, no pressure.
Tugging the bodice of her dress a little higher, she sighs, shoes swinging from her fingers as she walks. Dancing around for hours in heels is one thing; walking back home in them is another matter altogether. The skirt brushes against her thighs with every step, stirred a little by the breeze, and she winds up walking the next several feet with eyes closed, coming to an abrupt stop when she opens them to see Eduardo ahead. Whether he's coming home himself or leaving out, she isn't sure, but it's nice to see him, her irritation from earlier in the week all but forgotten (she can't hold a grudge against anyone for long, least of all him). She just smiles, lifts her hand, shoes and all, to give him a little wave. "Hey."
Tugging the bodice of her dress a little higher, she sighs, shoes swinging from her fingers as she walks. Dancing around for hours in heels is one thing; walking back home in them is another matter altogether. The skirt brushes against her thighs with every step, stirred a little by the breeze, and she winds up walking the next several feet with eyes closed, coming to an abrupt stop when she opens them to see Eduardo ahead. Whether he's coming home himself or leaving out, she isn't sure, but it's nice to see him, her irritation from earlier in the week all but forgotten (she can't hold a grudge against anyone for long, least of all him). She just smiles, lifts her hand, shoes and all, to give him a little wave. "Hey."