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She'd been stood up, that was the only explanation for it now. Nobody was over an hour and fifty-three minutes late for a prearranged date without a horribly good reason and at this moment Pasha just couldn't see an excuse possible in the Hotel that would allow for somebody to be this late.
She could practically feel the other people looking at her and laughing up their sleeves at her as she sat unhappily in the bar they had arranged to meet, feeling progressively sillier and sillier in her misery. The navigator had spent hours getting ready, excited to go on a date with somebody she actually liked for once and her effort had shown, both in her outfit and her hair which had been piled onto the top of her head in an intricate hairdo, not like anything she would normally bother with.
And they'd stood her up.
The Russian was simmering with anger and humiliation as she stood up, leaving some money for the few drinks she'd had while waiting, brushed down her dress and made for the exit. There was no way she was staying a moment longer, not when she'd already been embarrassed and shown up. Naturally, the humiliation she'd suffered already wasn't quite enough, she had to bump straight into somebody as she tried to leave, nearly tripping on her heels. "Sorry." She muttered, not quite able to bring herself to being sincere.
[OOC: 17+ preferred. Canonmates, mememates, past threaders are all loved (As is everybody though) ! Your muse is welcome to be to either be her incredibly late date or an innocent bystander. Feel free to PM me :3]
She could practically feel the other people looking at her and laughing up their sleeves at her as she sat unhappily in the bar they had arranged to meet, feeling progressively sillier and sillier in her misery. The navigator had spent hours getting ready, excited to go on a date with somebody she actually liked for once and her effort had shown, both in her outfit and her hair which had been piled onto the top of her head in an intricate hairdo, not like anything she would normally bother with.
And they'd stood her up.
The Russian was simmering with anger and humiliation as she stood up, leaving some money for the few drinks she'd had while waiting, brushed down her dress and made for the exit. There was no way she was staying a moment longer, not when she'd already been embarrassed and shown up. Naturally, the humiliation she'd suffered already wasn't quite enough, she had to bump straight into somebody as she tried to leave, nearly tripping on her heels. "Sorry." She muttered, not quite able to bring herself to being sincere.
[OOC: 17+ preferred. Canonmates, mememates, past threaders are all loved (As is everybody though) ! Your muse is welcome to be to either be her incredibly late date or an innocent bystander. Feel free to PM me :3]