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Apr 01, 2009 22:36

1:00 a.m.

The band still played for the guests who still had yet to go home. One could hear it out in the side hallway where Amelia sat, settled on a bench and waiting for Alphonse, skirts splayed around her. It had been a long evening, tense, and although admittedly she was tired, determination and responsibility held her to her post. She'd promised him a dance too, after all, and particularly considering that she hadn't danced that evening, she was determined it would happen if at all possible. A party like this just wasn't the same without dancing. She'd chosen the hallway for the quiet, away from the movement of those both leaving and staying, and the ability to still hear the music. Hopefully they would remain undisturbed.

Her comm she held in loose fingers on her lap; she'd sent the query and the location a couple of minutes before. She waited for a reply either in writing or through appearance.
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