Quinn put her hands on her hips and surveyed the lawn beside the dorm with satisfaction. The tea party for the Fabray/Wyndam-Pryce ticket didn't look bad at all, she thought. They'd cordoned off an area with red, gold and black balloons and stuck campaign signs in the ground, and there was a buffet of herbal tea, scones, fruit, and finger
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She did rather love a garden tea party, she had to admit. The level of campaign and advertisement involved was intriguing as well. Much better a tea party of Student Council, she reasoned, then a tea party in an attempt to marry someone off.
This certainly got a big fat Royal Kingdom of Daventry seal of approval!
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"Hello," he said, offering her a smile. "My name is Wesley Wyndam-Pryce. Can I help you find anything?"
Did he have this mingling thing right? He was really trying here.
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Anyhow, Quinn was around and absolutely refusing to be nervous. Even if she did wish they'd been able to track down some decent coffee.
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"What's this?" she asked, though by the looks of things and that sinking feeling in her stomach, she already knew.
[I'm sorry, I HAD to.]
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Totally different.
She managed a smile anyhow. "It's a campaign tea for Wesley and me," she said. "Want a scone?"
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And yes, also mostly around, though I'll disappear for a bit in the evening.
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