[NT] - Revel

[shaman_x]

[ooc: Open to all. Mansion students may assume Mike brought them by Blackbird (and also that they were roped in to helping set things up). Magical transport was provided to anyone who needed it! As with all Mike arranged parties, Cassidy Keep is temporarily under Sanctuary wards, and no violence will be possible inside it. Do try not to stumble

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[skids_sally]

Sally arrived via Illyana's teleportation. Which was good as it meant no having to help set up and the whole running late thing didn't matter either. She dropped her things off in her room, smiling at the note on the door that designated it as 'Sally's room', before skipping down to the party below.

It was nice being back at the Keep. This old building had been a refuge last year when Sally really needed it. Now she wanted to find Terry and the birthday crew and let her worries go away.

[skids_sally]

Sally sinks down onto one of the plush chairs and cants her head to watch the retreating form. "Mmmm. Yes."

She looks up at Jean-Paul and grins. "I'm a fan of what it does to the chest too. So nice."

Leaning back she can't help but study the pants. "What do you think it takes to get them to be torn away?"

[skids_sally]

Sally presses her face into the arm of the chair to try and cover up her giggles. "I can't believe you just did that!"

Oh it's hard to breathe from laughing so hard.

She looks up and raises an eyebrow. "But what a view."

It never hurts to look.

[skids_sally]

Sally rolls her eyes at him and shrugs at the waiter before taking her drink. "I think no, I do not want the same as you, Jean-Paul, but feel free to try and get it."

She sips her drink and glances around at the others. "I think everyone really needed this. To relaaaaaaaaaax." She definitely did.

[skids_sally]

"Exactly! And nope nope. Not dying of stress." She twirls her little straw and smiles at him. "You better not be either cause that would really suck."

And then she nearly springs forward as she remembers something. "OH! Did I tell you? I probably didn't! I haven't told anyone! But Vanity Fair wants to interview me as an up and coming photographer!"

She can't help but beam. "I really need to schedule that."

[skids_sally]

"Pepper was telling me I prolly needed one."

She stares wide eyed at him. "Do you really think I need one?"

Wouldn't that just be MORE work?

"And...sure. One glass of champagne can't hurt. Right?"

See. She is conquering her fear.

[skids_sally]

Sally mulls over that for a moment. When did her life become so hectic? "...could you recommend someone? I'll go off of whoever you think would be good."

She takes the champagne flute from the waiter and smiles. "I still can't believe it's gotten to a point where I do need this. Crazy, Jean-Paul. CRAZY."

[skids_sally]

"Thanks, Jean-Paul." And then she rolls her eyes. "I'll make sure to somehow get your picture into the article."

[skids_sally]

Sally sips her own champagne and can't help but wrinkle her nose. She is seriously failing to see the appeal.

"Jean-Paul, we've had this convo before. No ponies." She tries to look stern before smiling. "I like shoes."