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Lisa walked around the ballroom, not finding neither Terry or Mike around anywhere. Mike was most likely still groveling for Susan's mercy about his job, Terry... well, she couldn't hear anyone complaining about a sword poking them, so in all honesty, Lisa had no idea where he was.
Her black hair was starting to bother her... all of six people recognized her, and even fewer people knew what she was dressed up as. It was too disappointing. She wouldn't cosplay again until the next London Expo. And maybe then she might try dressing up as Rinoa. But for right now, the party was duller than taking a tour of the Parliament and Lisa would be falling asleep if she weren't walking. The music was made for old farts and the finger food was a little moldy. She wanted to find Terry and have him take her home.
Lisa went over to the refreshments table, taking a full flute of champagne. She lifted the glass up to her lips and was about to take a sip when she saw a familiar figure sitting at one of the tables placed at the back. As if he didn't look dead already, there was this massive black cloud hanging over him... figuratively speaking. She grabbed another glass and walked over to Mike.
"I take it she doesn't like your job?" Lisa spoke as she placed the champagne in front of Mike, pulling out the chair next to him, sitting down.
Her black hair was starting to bother her... all of six people recognized her, and even fewer people knew what she was dressed up as. It was too disappointing. She wouldn't cosplay again until the next London Expo. And maybe then she might try dressing up as Rinoa. But for right now, the party was duller than taking a tour of the Parliament and Lisa would be falling asleep if she weren't walking. The music was made for old farts and the finger food was a little moldy. She wanted to find Terry and have him take her home.
Lisa went over to the refreshments table, taking a full flute of champagne. She lifted the glass up to her lips and was about to take a sip when she saw a familiar figure sitting at one of the tables placed at the back. As if he didn't look dead already, there was this massive black cloud hanging over him... figuratively speaking. She grabbed another glass and walked over to Mike.
"I take it she doesn't like your job?" Lisa spoke as she placed the champagne in front of Mike, pulling out the chair next to him, sitting down.