☩There is a harmony in autumn, and a lustre in its sky☩
First and foremost, this is a party. It may be celebrating the end of summer, and the opening of a business, but it's a party, with all and sundry invited. There is food, wine, music, and, hopefully, something to keep everyone entertained.
Yes, it is a mixture of what the hostess has always known -- there are sheaves of corn used in decoration -- ( Read more... )
Yes, it is a mixture of what the hostess has always known -- there are sheaves of corn used in decoration -- ( Read more... )
June arrives early and shucks her coat almost as soon as possible - she's excited to see what a Xanadu party will be like (not as wild, she's certain, as the ones she's used to, but she can play like a sane person for a while, and also, maybe it'd be nice to go to a get-together where no one shotguns a beer). She comes into the ballroom with her heels clicking, looking around with wide eyes - she's pretty sure dress code dictated cocktail, but given the odd play of eras in Nexus, she won't be surprised to see a few ballgowns, which are pretty, but way too hard to dance in. So her dress is short, sleek, and strapless, designed to show off all her tattoos; with her hair just slightly teased and her impish little smile, she looks like she took half her sartorial inspiration from Brigitte Bardot, and the rest from whatever store had the most subtle but definitely present body glitter.
She does intend to find a dance partner at some point, and whoever she corrals into it will probably end up with a little glitter on them. That's just ( ... )
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"Pardon me, ma'am."
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She doesn't mind - she's surprised, for a moment, because usually she feels other people around her before anything can happen, but then she lights up with a sunny smile. "Oh, it's all right - actually, I was just thinkin' I ought to go up and bother somebody, and this expedites the process."
She puts out her hand.
"June. Hi."
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It's not that she's unaware - hard to be - but she doesn't seem to have much reaction to it, like it's just not something to comment on or pause at.
"I've never been here before," she admits, as though sharing a tiny, shameful secret, "I only showed up because I read about the party. And Christ, I'm glad I did, it is the prettiest damn thing!"
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"Smuteye," she confirms, tossing her hair to keep it away from her face, "it shows, don't it?"
Her hometown did not make her crazy, but arguably all that open space contributed to the creativity with which she goes about these things. "You?"
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"Ahhh, see. Something about this place just draws in those of us raised properly." She smiles right back, but then she often is, and she always means it. 'Bubbly' isn't quite the word for someone so tattooed and forceful, but she has a similar kind of constant energy.
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"So who are you here with?" She glances over the crowd, and then back to Jim.
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"Well, it's very sweet of you to be her escort." She imagines for some people going to things like this alone is sort of daunting; June is occasionally capable of parsing that not everyone is made entirely of boldness. "I always go stag to parties- although most of the parties I go to ain't nothin' like this. I mean, nobody's naked. So far, anyway."
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"Well, if anybody decides to streak I will be right there with them, but then I'll get kicked out, probably, so let's hope it doesn't come to that." She reaches back to fluff up her hair, as though she is not already the fluffiest and blondest little maniac on the premises. "You go to things like this a lot? Fancy things, I mean."
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