[ In anticipation of (hopefully) joining mayfield_rpg Renae has coerced Eileen into a silk, powder pink party dress and a string of pearls, her hair wound into loose curls
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[Tom is very much in the same situation, but having passed up a pink party dress of his own, he's taken to a kelly green suit. Apparently you can only be Danny Zuko if you're in High School and that was a little too long ago to pull off. Besides, he is well aware of his hair product limit and frankly that would be pushing it.
Never a big dancer, or even a big party goer, he feels hopeless out of place. Especially being at an absurd party alone. Somewhere, he suspects that there's a reason for this, but he hasn't quite grasped it yet.
Trying to avoid as much eye contact with the dance floor as possible, he turns and wanders through the other guests towards what looks like a large ornate punch bowl. It's old, but beautifully carved, and laid out alongside the other refreshments. Hoping it's adult punch( and it is), he accepts a glass from the staff with a nod of thanks and casts a dubious look across the crowd.]
[ As Eileen takes another cursory look at the crowd, she realizes she's caught the eye of a gangly redhead in tight pants. He grins wolfishly, waggling his eyebrows, and begins weaving toward her. Slightly panicked, she seeks out an exit, or at least a decent hiding place.
Backing into the crowd behind her, she strafes along the wall of the community center and comes to a stop behind a line of girls chattering and giggling with one another. The redhead stares dumbly into the corner Eileen previously occupied, mouth agape, visibly trying to calculate where she might've gone. With a sigh of relief, and keeping her eyes on the boy in case he caught a whiff of her again, she blindly navigates her way to the refreshment table, literally bumping into Tom. ]
Ah- [He starts with surprise but stuffs a cork in it quick enough to back up a little and not drop his drink. It takes a moment after that for him to get a look at the person and then a second moment to realize it's a girl. And a pretty one at that.]
[ A surprised “oh!”, never considering she could back into someone while intently watching her pursuer, who finally gave up and was absorbed once more into groups of young partygoers. Eileen breathed a sigh of relief and faced Tom, nodding in response to his question. ]
I was outrunning that guy over there.
[ She pointed across the auditorium where a head full of thick red hair towered over those around him. Then Eileen began to laugh as the silliness of the situation sank in, eyes passing over Tom’s cup. She laughed harder, but was courteous enough to try and hide it behind her hand. ]
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Never a big dancer, or even a big party goer, he feels hopeless out of place. Especially being at an absurd party alone. Somewhere, he suspects that there's a reason for this, but he hasn't quite grasped it yet.
Trying to avoid as much eye contact with the dance floor as possible, he turns and wanders through the other guests towards what looks like a large ornate punch bowl. It's old, but beautifully carved, and laid out alongside the other refreshments. Hoping it's adult punch( and it is), he accepts a glass from the staff with a nod of thanks and casts a dubious look across the crowd.]
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Backing into the crowd behind her, she strafes along the wall of the community center and comes to a stop behind a line of girls chattering and giggling with one another. The redhead stares dumbly into the corner Eileen previously occupied, mouth agape, visibly trying to calculate where she might've gone. With a sigh of relief, and keeping her eyes on the boy in case he caught a whiff of her again, she blindly navigates her way to the refreshment table, literally bumping into Tom. ]
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Are you alright?
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I was outrunning that guy over there.
[ She pointed across the auditorium where a head full of thick red hair towered over those around him. Then Eileen began to laugh as the silliness of the situation sank in, eyes passing over Tom’s cup. She laughed harder, but was courteous enough to try and hide it behind her hand. ]
God, I’m sorry. I didn’t spill any on you, did I?
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